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#vilipend
I'm trailer trash And you're the tattered wheels Run me over Vilipended shrew This place is full of Rabid raccoons And collect calls Someone's got to pay Maybe we can milk A cash cow Or plant a money tree Between grandma And the shed A game of miniature golf Always helps my mind Get back on par (More or less) Then it's back to the bus stop And be done with you
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 2:09 PM UTC
Out Where the Buses Don't Run
This room is cacophonous a crowd in halves, ceaseless dichotomy, roaring in desperate appeal. Vilipend the words of the other side as they aren’t human but voices shouting obscenities incorrectly. Truth, here, is a myth sold for millions, and those of us who wish to listen drown in the tide of screams.
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Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
Noise