Gorging on crippling portions of Mr Kipling cakes (Granny suffocation process)

Control system control system 

How often do you listen?

Troll them, fuck total control 

Shoot and don’t miss em

Typing subversive missives 

Until my missile fingers blister

Pad Thai tonight, it’s nice 

Spicy but George Bataille

Wouldn’t bat an eyelid 

Hatches mine are battened 

Down during the flattening 

Wind battering 

My batteries charged by sad Saturn 

Offered her a bite of my Battenburg 

Skinny thing had to fatten her 

Sewer pattern, disrupted by fatbergs 

Dance of Bastet, my cat twirls 

While the world is early 

One second, it stops turning 

Since when did everything relate to earning?

Who set these beacons burning?

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