Guilty Gear
It's like death but sweeter
It's freezing by the heater
It's narcissism, fanaticism,
And folly on a cake
It's like steel but tougher
I've got acid but no buffer
It's cynicism, pessimism,
And idiocy in a shake
It's like mucus but putrid
It's milk and booze diluted
It's nihilism, optimism,
And ignorance in a pie
It's like sugar but sour
It's drowning in the shower
It's like having happiness and sorrow
Impaled into your eyes
Copyright © Christopher Ferguson | Year Posted 2009
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