You spread your scornful laugh
On all the things you 'hate'
I swear your poison slow-
ly shuts the pearly gates
You know as well as I
A fool can be sustained
What when you need someone
To help spit at the rain?
Pulling at the ether
I still cannot see how
Your bitterness and bullshit
(Shaken, not stirred)
Goes down without a sound
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