| M E If I only write About what happens beyond the clouds How can I live here? Can I still ignore my flesh And the things she desires Like chocolate, yams, cash And HE My only weakness Bronzed Tan 6�3 Hmmmmmmm Makes it hard to think So, sittin alone As I walk the broken pathways Looking at the sickness and squalor That surrounds this place, The stench is horrendous Even the unjust complain Inane thoughts supercede Any sanity that ever Thought to claim what Is the simplicity of ME. |
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