Similar Opposites Whatever
extreme intensities put on chill
commit large crimes for small thrills
constantly sad from taking happy pills
give life to what kills
rob the poor so the rich can pay their bills
trade my lungs for gills
soar to the upper utmost going downhill
just rhyming for fun
just rhyming simple and dumb
not really trying to use any complex skill
just letting the conscious spew forth
letting the ink seductively spill
my existence is infinite so I got time to kill
my room is littered with broken quills
and misplaced naughty clothes frills
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