Well, you can tell I lied to her in front of those who died for her
In spite of those who stop and stare and 〈.?.〉 flowing everywhere
On the table and the floor mat
Watch them pitter patter, spilling s#men in the batter
Of the yolk of Mother Nature whilst ignoring nomenclature because
Your life down there reeks of 〈.?.〉
I am not the mother, not the father, not the brother, not the sister, not thе cousin, not the turkey in the ovеn
Not the fried toad frog legs amputees
〈.?.〉 inconvenient how you found another lover
I’ve been watching from the attic
Bet your pops would be ecstatic
Old boyfriend topped himself off
Watch them pitter patter, spilling s#men in the batter
Of the yolk of Mother Nature whilst ignoring nomenclature because
Your life down there reeks of 〈.?.〉
All life down there reeks
〈.?.〉 life on the farm
Plants’d grow inside my head
Everything’s intending harm
Everything’s better off dead
I have a thousand interviews
Agents waiting at the train station
And you’ve gotta pay your dues
Before the long day is done
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