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Foggy Noise Blowback

You got your patsy finger pointing at me, but what about your other three pointing back I don’t have to be a math genius to thumb my nose at that Always trying to spittle throw the dung blame my way Funny how it Pinocchio nose blows back in your face Foggy be the pale moonshine truth, misty spoken by you Ear noise, so 100 decibel fool proof: Murmuring telly boo Wave the crooked finger, lip foist the fall guy Foul windpipe harbinger, guttural gloomy sky Pirate odds is pigeon dropping, parrot dice blowback Polluted cheeks botox flapping, brumous noise attack Disingenuous index keep spinning downward, how retrograde does your ill swarm tongue flies But[t] the puff evidence is blowing backward; murky lip trade always traffic in constipated lies

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Date: 9/15/2020 7:22:00 PM
Excellent verse, Freddie, I really like 'don't have to be a math genius to thumb my nose at that' (maybe because I was always bad at math!) Keep writing your truth, it is so illuminating!
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