A vulgar one with eyes like wire
And hair like plastic string
Pastels, branded, tracksuit madness
And you would dare to threaten me?
When even the concrete can't hold
The weight of your own stinking breath
And it breathes like the cold
Pushing forth of no will and stops
Resting on laurels that aren't even there
"Look me in the fuckin' eyes, cunt"
I'd really like to but I'd get lost
Just like you have in your own shallows
A pseudo-mind more like, which serves
To push you into greater stupour
Succour, my lord? You seem in need
I'm awfully sorry you mouth's not used
To using words
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