Back in our youth, the biggest concerns were:
procuring our juvenile delinquent beer
Worried that our nickel bags laced with paraquat...
Where we could get some easy ****...
My, how we laughed our asses off
when our friend earned his nickname
by "snatching" the crabs from a skank-
Somehow, it's much more sinister now,
children are peppered with
pedophiles
toxic theories
online creepers
fentanyl dreamers
non-believers-
I miss the days of my stoned and filthy innocents.
Hey all smile
Look around in peripheral see
Tell me
Fuse your eyes to me
Tell me what is
Look around in peripheral see
Tell me
Is what you see you glee
Tell me if you can't smile
Don't tell me this and that
For I know through your thoughts
Your in society that's Paraquat
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