clearing the air
we eat our elders
pat each others' backs
there, there, now that's a good burp!
and fall into sleep
drooling
dreaming
and damned
we wake and know
that if we haven't yet
we soon will have to shit
all
over
everything
much as they did
maybe ours won't stink!
i'm not sure it's a valid hope, butt
i know that when i remember
the past
my insides hurt
and i have to go
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Aww, that's actually kinda sweet in a way! My insides don't hurt anymore. I was too young to tell shit from shinola. And I know for a fact that MINE don't stink! Nope, minty fresh... : (
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