Sexy Suicide
The stores sold foods with pesticides
till everyone got sick.
And now the cancer's so damn bad
that everyone dies quick.
And even though we're pressed for time
we'll never give up sex.
Cause every time we go to do
our hormones rage complex.
And now that sex is even better
since death is coming soon.
We owe our sexy suicide
to appetites that spoon.
Copyright © Trevor Mcleod | Year Posted 2018
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