Eat her out
Then eat her out of house of home
Don’t disturb my turban
Can’t disrupt the rapture
Can’t interrupt what’s happening
Flashes fiery, of lasso lightning
Cops knocking like Jacob Marlay’s
Festive apparition
Change me, replace me
Rape me beyond facefinding
Grow to beard to escape AI
Scraping away all traces
Sweet me, diabetic bracelet
I want you to sweep me, dip me dainty
I want everyone on that dancefloor
Saying we’ll aren’t they saintly
I want them staring, straining
Scopes training, our coming out date
A fine parade, a fine day for it indeed
I need you to invade me
Pigs on the bay
Responsible party’s flag replaced
I lob a frag
It demands a face
I turn off raytracing
To get better frames
I go out street racing
To fan my budding fame
Found somebody to embrace me
They see what I might be
With a few subtle changes
With some directions, new aims
Aiming to take over the place
That wall, that’ll be my face
Someday, I used to say
They used to hide smiles
They sought greater safety places
I saw the bigger picture
I saw things changing
I saw the image flickering
A coven bickering, this mage
Leads powerful operations
We meet to this day, at solstice
I look at these faces, I’ve sold stuff
We’re laying down sawdust
This is what I saw, look
Showing you a blurry picture of a ghost
On my phone, crooked
Prediction: death in August
My views today in opposition
To those yesterday, mindchanger
Gracing my mannequin with a new face
Damp cobblestones, glazed, unstaying
Slipping sliding like celebrity cyclone
Ducking dodging, fucking, bedhopping
From the Bronx to Beloxi
You can bet your bottom dollar
I sold those oxies they’re biting.
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