Ive figured it out
I want to call it, Shaking the Baby
If I ever get the smarts, it’ll be tasty
Stupid I know not worth anything
Besides the slander and pain
How about a May Day
911 calls are busy in action
These communities dividing into faction
Is simply a distraction
I can count how many times I’ve broken the law
Lie cheat and steal, meth has no sex appeal
I can tell you a story, but is it really your worry
I don’t even think humanity cares about marshmallow bear
Who cares what that means
It’s my Poetry, it’s my expensiveness
That matches your abjectness
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