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Purge ALL "Millennials"!!!
Guess I'll take a dive:
It happened again!
Stranger blocks my street
Not for George or even Benjamin
Not even something to eat?
No, he wants to chat, to take my time
He claims his chipped gift in the day
Was no different than at night
Always, a terrible living shade
Wraps him in suffocating arms
Gags him to bursting with filthy fucking light
He said he loved it, always
He begged & pleaded
To make it stay....
Gag me until I'm so fucking bright!
...do whatever the fuck you want to me!
Do whatever, please, make it slick & oily rape
Always....
It leaves him behind
Taste of filthy fucking light
And feelings of a constricted chest
Last only as long as his (phew!) concluding sigh
How to console his sight?
Do I say: What a messy hex?
No, he's frowning at his Rolex....
Do I say: Get happy, you just gotta?
No, he's a loping mope in Prada....
You see what's happened?!
When lame ass, jumped up Emo kids slobbered
They strayed from the supple to the fat of the land
They gave up on the oh, so blue above, dove back into the Suburbs
They've congealed & spawned this fucking
Legion of "Millennials"
Such a stupid fucking word, the latter!
Smells like fresh, pink cake batter
Smeared all over piss rusted urinals
Such a stupid fucking word!
Tastes like rotten, milky fat curds
Forced into my mouth, vis a vis seminal
Damn that fucker for such a bon bouche!
Feels like a bum rush of stale, vapid gas from an expired douche
Bored all over, me, a turnstile of fecal and anal
But..uh, to tell the truth....
No, really, no more "who's kidding whom"
Well, uh....hmmmmm?
I..I so want to dive just like them
As that shade wraps oily arms around me
I'll taste beauty
At last!
In the banality of light
Crashing off every chip in sight
Chips in my oh, so empty little fucking glass
It happened again!
Stranger blocks my street
Not for George or even Benjamin
Not even something to eat?
No, he wants to chat, to take my time
He claims his chipped gift in the day
Was no different than at night
Always, a terrible living shade
Wraps him in suffocating arms
Gags him to bursting with filthy fucking light
He said he loved it, always
He begged & pleaded
To make it stay....
Gag me until I'm so fucking bright!
...do whatever the fuck you want to me!
Do whatever, please, make it slick & oily rape
Always....
It leaves him behind
Taste of filthy fucking light
And feelings of a constricted chest
Last only as long as his (phew!) concluding sigh
How to console his sight?
Do I say: What a messy hex?
No, he's frowning at his Rolex....
Do I say: Get happy, you just gotta?
No, he's a loping mope in Prada....
You see what's happened?!
When lame ass, jumped up Emo kids slobbered
They strayed from the supple to the fat of the land
They gave up on the oh, so blue above, dove back into the Suburbs
They've congealed & spawned this fucking
Legion of "Millennials"
Such a stupid fucking word, the latter!
Smells like fresh, pink cake batter
Smeared all over piss rusted urinals
Such a stupid fucking word!
Tastes like rotten, milky fat curds
Forced into my mouth, vis a vis seminal
Damn that fucker for such a bon bouche!
Feels like a bum rush of stale, vapid gas from an expired douche
Bored all over, me, a turnstile of fecal and anal
But..uh, to tell the truth....
No, really, no more "who's kidding whom"
Well, uh....hmmmmm?
I..I so want to dive just like them
As that shade wraps oily arms around me
I'll taste beauty
At last!
In the banality of light
Crashing off every chip in sight
Chips in my oh, so empty little fucking glass
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