It is the Lies that Kill People,
those unanswerable questions from skirting truces,
laying in lines the veins of the grind,
the Alter of Appeal to not heel yet another string of 'just your druthering'
Dribble in lippin' the grew to the freed,
no worries in had it's like you're a fag,
smoking becomes my Marlboro back,
'cause aren't all Expressives linked to just tax??
Explicit in Carrots you'be hung on a glib,
caves of the tunneling is strides of the came,
jumps to the 'leapin' lizard in Fame'
groupied to phishing the present in brains.
Such of the platter silvered for chatter,
to the bed of a singular fed,
duvets to the troubled a best to the prized,
I can just here it now in the future of Why's!!
To prats of the Dicks in the Worldly flip,
no wonder the view is the formalized Fritz,
a seltzer to Anchor the plopping of lips,
doth though need a trip or a Whip.
Her to the will, Me to the Might,
to gather the settle would be a good Knight,
to leaves of the ample well that's my best flight,
'cause Lives of Incarnations Our exampled by this Write.
Once Done All Ways Strung,
never Mind to the Elemental shrine,
the Dragon in Self of Firey Roar,
don't hang your Blunt,
the Bic is the Wickening,
the Candled shored Stunts.
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