Pass the Buck
Sometimes
I wish I didn't have a soul
So I could skip the whole
rigamarole
of do this do that;
do that do this,
else taste the bland abyss,
b*tch.
Lotta friends'a mine worried
bout my supernatural
sanctity;
If only they knew how little
I cared.
Last time I checked my
soul cavity,
there wasn't nothin'
there.
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