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Pollution ain't it pritty
Don't wanna go
to that mental place.
Campfires
that inspire.
Record it all
so they don't call.
No
square trucks.
Secret ducks.
Bombshell crayons.
Preying hands.
Pale paint's
untamed waters.
Hidden baloos...
Smog, ain't it pritty?
Pill's that squeal
"Look, triangular wheels!"
Ain't it ah pitty....
Pollution, ain't it...
Pritty?
to that mental place.
Campfires
that inspire.
Record it all
so they don't call.
No
square trucks.
Secret ducks.
Bombshell crayons.
Preying hands.
Pale paint's
untamed waters.
Hidden baloos...
Smog, ain't it pritty?
Pill's that squeal
"Look, triangular wheels!"
Ain't it ah pitty....
Pollution, ain't it...
Pritty?
Published 7th Oct 2015
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