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from day one it was spoon feed ME and from then on it was bite the hand that feeds thee feed me fear eat me taste the blood sweat and tears a hearty meal of violence from the silent weeping when no one will fill the cup of silence for the thirsty to the unsharpened outspoken fork and knife a voice calling fill my stomach and serve me a three course meal for the needy pleasing but still hungry and demanding hand em the entire platter cause it don't matter a second helping isn't enough the server the waiter or the waiting on unsatisfied beings feed me something easy to digest so I can't rest easy seizing the cook the butcher or the maid mouths watering for the after taste.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
The After Taste
from day one it was spoon feed ME and from then on it was bite the hand that feeds thee feed me fear eat me taste the blood sweat and tears a hearty meal of violence from the silent weeping when no one will fill the cup of silence for the thirsty to the unsharpened outspoken fork and knife a voice calling fill my stomach and serve me a three course meal for the needy pleasing but still hungry and demanding hand em the entire platter cause it don't matter a second helping isn't enough the server the waiter or the waiting on unsatisfied beings feed me something easy to digest so I can't rest easy seizing the cook the butcher or the maid mouths watering for the after taste.
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Jan 26, 2014
Jan 26, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
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