I don't know what we're doing here-
I think we're should be eliminated and a strict we are only rule be initiated.
Gore is fun from the waist down-
my love for kevlar is wrist strong-
yesterday was when love would stay,
from the bottom up.
The TV is running in my ear but it's just a blur-
I sit here wondering are my thoughts unclear.
Numbers eject perfectly good gray matter,
to help me get crystal, yes she lay down to rest.
And now the drain has rung me cold-
my numerical perception spelt anatomy gone dead.
Disgust; it's all in your head.
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