You miss my face
Gardening the battered soil in which we raced
upon
Rejoice the fermented fruits of your labor
All the hard work has paid off
But paying your dues was never in mind
Never mine to tax
You missed my face
When you dared to strike me
My words seethe your melted soul
I speak wisdom and righteous buffoonery
It's a demented balance
Like your framework
Blissful harmony
Harvesting organs
Organizing abortions
Choosing life over creation
Take no offense
It's the buffoonery acknowledging
Wisdom & Innovation
We listen to what we
Can not hear
We hear what we
Can not understand
We understand what we
Can not obtain
Like my face
My dashing face
That you can not
Look in the eye no more
Apr 25, 2022
Apr 25, 2022 at 3:44 PM UTC
You miss my face
Gardening the battered soil in which we raced
upon
Rejoice the fermented fruits of your labor
All the hard work has paid off
But paying your dues was never in mind
Never mine to tax
You missed my face
When you dared to strike me
My words seethe your melted soul
I speak wisdom and righteous buffoonery
It's a demented balance
Like your framework
Blissful harmony
Harvesting organs
Organizing abortions
Choosing life over creation
Take no offense
It's the buffoonery acknowledging
Wisdom & Innovation
We listen to what we
Can not hear
We hear what we
Can not understand
We understand what we
Can not obtain
Like my face
My dashing face
That you can not
Look in the eye no more
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