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| The teacher's pet sits where I set the gladstone greed that is my Corvette. He smiles, says please, and then turns the keys driving my way into debt. I struggle and grope with my microscope, trying to find a soul in my heart. I spread out my fish and I act like the Krishna but it all just keeps falling apart. So why don't I try to die like the fly that's crushed between my hand and the wall? Though my life may be shit, I'm still in love with it. I am just human, after all. But hey, don't you know, my life goes so slow, I can't tell who's foe or friend. If they can find me, they'll slip cause I'm slimy, and just like my mole, I will mend. |