If I told you that I loved you
Would you be with me forever?
Blazons are just comfort food
What else is there that is not rude?
Is there anything left that is still good?
You just swallow whole and don’t chew.
Without a care in the world, don’t you?
This state of affairs makes me so blue.
But I’ll still make things and make it new
All it takes is sweat and horse glue
Be sure that the bubble wrap sticks
To all the bolts and fortitude
When will we all get together?
Instead of this angry sever
White male rage endeavors
How does the other feel ever?
When will we all get together?
Instead of this angry sever
White male rage endeavors
How does the other feel ever?
It takes a nation to enact change
But we’re still not even in range
To do differently
Or even sing in key
While automatons angrily
Attack consciousness profusely
Evolution comes naturally
Maybe in the next century
If there’s still anything left
Besides this curfew cleft
Pallets left on craters
Are you still willing and able?
To make art that cares
At a time when no one stares
At your profile or your pic
I still I really miss Rick
I really miss Snitch.
Being away from your friends is such a bitch.
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