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one hundred daze..

~~aerosol fun, falling from the skies..
fluoride in my tooth paste, I'm living a life
I'm living my own private lie..
Potatoes and skin, too much cheese on my dinner plate..
I like it when, there's no one around me..
just me, myself and Satan..
To be honest with you, I took a bite from an apple..
And now, I can't seem to get enough..
I saw the nude reality, the naked truth..
So I satiate, on what I have a taste for..
I'm able to work, and able to play..
Feed myself a yum yum, meat in my mouth..
Milk maiden, give me your milk..
I like the funny noises you make..
When I give it to you, hard and rough..
My car turned into a God, bread, beer
wine and slavery..what I've destroyed,
and what was burned at the stake..
No not this time, for I was one hundred days too late..
Gold and silver, and some masterpieces..
Now, it's all at the bottom of a trash heap..
Lucky, for me..I have a family..
~~the end

by Rick Weber
June 17, 2015
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