Death To The Minister Of Extreme Happiness - Poem by benjamin bueno
Look at them in the eyes. And speak from the heart. You have to go away to come back. Shit in a cup. Don't give up. I love you. Good luck. They're printing the t-shirts. Can you keep a secret? The secret is a lie. I won't die. So i will just come back. To lose. To forget and regret that i lost you. That's the first time. And the sweetest thing i ever heard. The new king of late night. These words say this. These words say that. Forget about cat in the hat. And just love me. Yes, with green eggs and ham. Shit on my balls. Hopefully, it's going well. Drums are my beat. At my feet. Did i hear him forget to tell? Who needs a raise when you a have t.v.? Death to the minister of extreme happiness.
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