My glasses are tinted my liquids transparent
Let me tell you lies don't fall off like dead leaves
But are scratched off by obsessive-compulsive
Disorder while over-proof rum runs its course
Within my arteries and veins.
What makes me breaks my soul and understanding
Of darkness dwelling inside ones genitalia
Sperm is pollen pollution invasion of space
I occupy the law of physics - - believe or trombone
Will blow you away from
Harmful associations. None of which
Make sense.
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