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Here's a messy pile...watch your feet

All this rain ain't washin off the stink...my jaw hurts from grittin my damn teeth...there's no sign of sleep...my hands are in bands..that don't rock or shock...not even a gimmick or an idol to mimic...no chance to stop the dance...there's ants in my pants...jittery bugs...and shaky snakes...cutting a rug...into square meals...to peel this...feeling from me ..to you...a piss and a moan from a source known to wallow...having all his cake and even less than that....to ever touch his lips...and his mouth...making a mess of himself.
Written by Jamers_Mitchell
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