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by Texas Fontanella
We’ve been here after thoughts SWIM with me into the wet congregate outside parliament she hacks my hello
exudes the broken laws of composition
to the tune Milton Friedman’s Paradise Cost more than any paraffin kiss (a decision we make in
Eros, like we undress to the nines (husband stitched up in one Swiftian emotion
Sickness is a consummate unprofessional just act natural
Selection bias for action movies trigger happy in their hoodies on a fried
Day of our lies I have to job because the system cuts callings tie up my eyes we’ve contracted life
Styles of the broke and ordinary on the line we throw
Down our hearts so she can get past the buzzer the pub re
Organises itself into the train station love
Beyond your means of production they say we love in a crackdown
Anyway you look at it and we’re gonna live it up for the things we say – the economy’s in
Apathy don’t believe the hope it’s no match for me muffled up and dying larg-
Er then life turned around and said hi there’s not really a point
If you don’t even try the war criminals their oil
Like their psychology ©rude. I don’t know who
those parcels be for my pupils and iris blink separately doomed
With a capital MtF we breathe under
Worlds they sallow our cheeks second elderhood
But the youth we’re shooting says there’s hell to prove I call you you’re not sober passed out on your four poster snake in place of our choker I skip work I have a cool (like a cold, but doesn’t follow rules like you, a prodigy
On the claret actually if I called you beauty is truth
Would you lie with me? Or just say it’s been John donne b4? You say you’re there for me
But an hour later it’s the and
Of an aura good riddance I say you’ll have the dimebag of your life lines off the toilet trained to put up the is
In nuance too commie for blues, but rhythm sections me state crossed lovers wanted
Dead to each other so I drink
I’m in love potions make me kind of nervous tick to say
So she fell from earth but hocked
Her halo she’d be a CEO if she didn’t get fined
the pay low points at me i’m deconstructed away from u2
And a bit off less than I can rue thus I rap
Ture a couplet put my feet up in the air and sway with
the breeze way we both know ain’t all their acid like
I’m not a poet I’m jest another cant starvaging reaking havoc ironing out the ray davies
in my garrotte knot
