It¡¯s getting hotter till it turns to hell
you¡¯ll be smelling like a bratwurst burnt and swelled
it hurts to tell
regal people about their lethal evils
believe I¡¯m policing when I¡¯m just speaking , ¡° you¡¯re see through ¡°
Its clear as glass
and bitter like a rim job
If we¡¯re talking windex and shitt still sticking and clinging to the sphincter throb
did you vision the syllables ? Did it illicit a response ?
your twatt¡¯s too squashed gotta hit it wit a bigger cocck
abysmal plot , horrible story
gifted a place to live , pitiful garbage , farcical warring
harmful ignoring
lets sweep it under the rug
till judgement comes , next summer the summit reaches two hundred and one
degrees
as the scene is dreamily bequeathed to me
on your knees as the piano keys hammer the dramatic and the weak have heart attacks and scream
It plays out in a painful serenade ,
find some shade or find a grave ,
time¡¯s wasting away , you¡¯re just a violent ape ,
DNA done changed , stay silent , lie , for shame
otherwise rise and change shape
the Phoenix , the ashes , Im bleedin¡¯ , I¡¯m laughin¡¯
treason , compassion , there¡¯s a reason there¡¯s seasons you demons you bastards¡.
BACK PATTING and KISSING threads are like passing HAM SANDWICHES around over and over-wall