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An explosion of confusion A mass of destruction A penetrating problem that is what I am The piece of poo that keeps floating to the top The piercing ring A monotone drop. I am one with anger I am one with despair I am one with the liars who disappear down there. The Bermuda triangle looks like a puppy next to me I'm a wee bit repulsive and a lot a bit naive. I make people vomit I eat my feet a lot I itch like a wound beginning to clot. Rip out your eyes Curse from here to there That is what happens when I walk in anywhere An explosion of confusion A mass of destruction A penetrating problem that is what I am.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2006




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