Lipwork

I’m paying lip service

You are a servant

Paying to have your lips serviced

Botox hurting, syringe squirting

Unnecessary surgeries 

Humanity, purging thereof

Take the stand and perjure, get off

Posterior kiss, lipsing turds

Casting hexes witching urns

Burns on cauldron bottom

Turgid unguent on the bottle

Three X’s on the label, serve it at table

Eat my salmon mousse until you’re not able

Eating posset playing possum, seeding gossip

Waspish some might call it toxic but I’m a rock if you are

Be posh and rock steady, ready to rock when you are

Cancelling morning of can’t be bothered

Calling me brother, what’s the name of my mother?

You’re smothering, too tight glove like OJ, OK?

Let’s weight up these K’s, do a J then fade

Jaden nepo baby how I stake my claim

Without having to work way was paved

Position was paid for, who got an issue

Special tuition, two million for my A’s

Enough to buy most of an estate in LA

I hear the wolves bay, closer each day

Most days, wake to instant pain

Changing nothing and nothing changing

Cut my hair and look amazing

Feeling up for days, blazing

Hot, Blazes Boylan on the way

For a Molly Bloom rollinthehay

You don’t wanna, get made do it

I don’t wanna, get maid do it

Yes your honour, getting paid for it

On the train, riding rails, wincing in pain

Someone asks whether I’m OK

I just smile, close to dying

Mouth drier than ten hours in the air fryer

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