Wandering pondering searching for time,
from shadowy figures with smiles.
Looking for meaning in idyllic rhymes,
accepting untruths like a child.
Licking and sticking and walking through air,
Like a train in a bottomless well,
slashing and crashing all debonair
just for a story to tell.
Those things with the eyes and the curves make me swerve,
from my oh so superfluous goals.
I flex and I text and I'd sell out the world
just to stick my dick in a hole.
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