Right'Chush
insane in my cavernous head
nothing like the eternal
smell of Novacane
on the brain
so vay-righteous says all of
my disgraced fans who sing:
somebody else ought to die
(she's so tired and unashamed)
she's already three days
DEAD ...EVER! forever
and picking up the shattered
(so surreal)pieces of every
dying(dead_+ things we eat
, die just /so right'chush\
so let's all smile one
LAST TIME!
:: 02-02-2017 ::
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