CHIPS DOWN IN THE MOUTH
Verse is not The Spastics, we must eat.
Detain of these world passions what won’t fold.
O sad life always buzzing, of honey but a jot.
Sometimes the moon breaks free and I am too.
She wrote fuck it and is in your face like your nose is.
Impatient Fate his near return attends.
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