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A Late Lunch
I the planetary shrinker
you the volatile minxter
we sit , we deface
the bullshit and the fake
summing up
equation nations
the corrupt
in penned violations
we open shut
mis-conceptions
then draw blood
through conversations .
Monster munch
in the bowl
neither had a hunch
it wasn't smoke
this was a late lunch
we tried to toke
the funniest punch
of any nights joke .
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