raffy
you are spilling
all those
red beans,
do you expect
me to pick them
all?
who likes beans?
you?
as i told you
i am leaving, and
you are busy,
and you have the best
killer gun in
this town
leave the beans
let them grow and
fill this empty
world with more beans
red beans, red beans
all over
raffy you close
your mouth
this world
is already polluted
everything is
stinking.
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