And hatred is the game I play.
Deceitful lies in virgin ears…
Self-Dilution’s what I hear.”
“Whipple is my name, good sir,
Your scrapper heart’s a sketchy blur.
Lacking key elements like passion;
Hiding your grief in the usual fashion”
“Whipple is my name, sweet girl,
Seemingly as pure as a gentle pearl.
Around the funnel & down the drain…
Nothing inside you but anguish & pain.”
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