is putting me under the weather
my mind floats as a feather
in the ether, untethered to realities of foggy X-ed treasures
on a fast food napkin map
you wipe like Donalds ass is a honey trap for Beyhives
you substandard lowlives, you attract flies
as your mouths spout gossip shit,
a sewage brick that needs a million dollar plumber to come and unclog it.
I don't know what I'm sayin, I'm just prayin that you stay with me and understand that my right hand man is my hand, I'm just trying to get by somehow and stay myself and I...
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