i eat dessert and don't go for walks - you feel me?
me mate duckbill platypus
feels claustrophobic in my car
me other mate asked me to be his running buddy
we ran once, then he said it was too cold
what a load of rubbish
the river of death that finishes a hard life
when we ran, he fell to his knees
calling for a chair
we stopped at the McDonald's drive-thru and
Jericho in the back started talking into the speaker
about the haunting impact of one's past actions
and personal choices that have broader
societal implications
when we pulled up at the window
they gave him a burger
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