Gorging on scorpion cake

If you want with those advantages

Have to risk wrists, toes in manacles

Get the bit between your mandibles

Be manful, don’t let those dreams remain dreams, make them be

Before they vanish like the last of the bees

Because the ecosystem was badly treated

Planting trees for the pleasure of spreading seeds

Bedding them, leaves threading

Rimed branches reminding me what’s on the line

The autohangman’s rope’s like a jungle vine, will you do that?

Garage full of horses, I could start a ranch, umad?

Love her but she’s a whore, tattooed that above her ass

Initials like stay classy, plausible deniability twinned with daddy issues

Loving cash, love and cash often clash

Always ends badly but that’s that

Born plutocrat, Pluto’s shadow a shade-spun mask

Occulting my facade

You don’t hate the cheese just because it can tease a rat

Don’t be sad

Fuck the World and all that happened

Happy saying that, spat off the Ha’penny span

Spun the block a few times, I was playing that

Dangerous game, worried where I’d be when they came for me

Inhaling spray paint just to get away from the paveless chase

It’s all happening inside outta sight like a gestating baby at first tri

Place is pagan, tending a neverending flame

My body yields to the glaive

Painless, pane-staining gravy a Bathory staple

Process of creating my art is painstaking

A pain in the heart

But I have to finish the cake, they’re staring me down hard

I’m swallowing hard, it’s getting harder and harder to swallow.

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