Indian, you're dead thereofre you dn't think
you are no philosopher : I humped your paycheck
I loiter about succumbing to lusts
I am the Sell out the Prostitute's wink
I want for Money and Sadism
No friend of mine is a Poetaster
--"Keep it to the Metaphorical Zone Sir"
Of course you love me of course you you Must
Consent is only for my Masters
The ladies are none to kind Neither NOT
The bullshit is thinkwastecan detritus
Ogles and Ogles of Ogling crackers
I don't mean their Race but their Substances
Sniff, Snort, and Howling in the Ignormance
you are no philosopher : I humped your paycheck
I loiter about succumbing to lusts
I am the Sell out the Prostitute's wink
I want for Money and Sadism
No friend of mine is a Poetaster
--"Keep it to the Metaphorical Zone Sir"
Of course you love me of course you you Must
Consent is only for my Masters
The ladies are none to kind Neither NOT
The bullshit is thinkwastecan detritus
Ogles and Ogles of Ogling crackers
I don't mean their Race but their Substances
Sniff, Snort, and Howling in the Ignormance
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