Just her proximity will ruin your day.
She keeps on the dick by dressing a whore.
And the government pays her to keep spawning more.
The babies pay for the booze that keeps her placated.
Booze filled despair makes learning seem overrated.
Systematic social slavery can't make me frustrated,
Cause inarticulate whining just fills me with hatred.
I must be old, I'm scared of the youth.
Not for my life, I'm scared for the truth:
That meaning in life comes from finesse.
And mindless consumption is a worse fate than death.
I need a good beat and I might try rap, or at least beat. I have the beret and everything.
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