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Ghetto Bablyon Feed me temptation Mouth agape Aqueducts to my womb Put it on toothpicks Soul samples Crucified in half-ass sincerity A lazy mans stigmata Sometimes I forget I do Sometimes I forget my love But why should I remember when you don’t Minds panoramic need not be clear Senses dissolve but feelings are just as poignant As when first born Still covered in bodily fluid Recountable like recorded soap opera episodes ‘For these are the days of our lives’ And I still see you Foot scraping the shores of Thailand Our Ghetto Babylon Throwing months rent at our servants How beautiful poverty is when it doesn’t elect you Oh, we were kings out there Druggie monks Spitting philosophy through clenched teeth Swollen throats Byproducts of drinking Eden Never savor Leave that for retrospect Only time it’s useful When future has been prostituted How the stars cover me and its only daytime Brazen saint of misconstrued scripture Rhinestone Marduk Popsicle stick synagogue Where I lay happy as a retarded kid Oblivious to the world laughing at me Dunce cap crown but not in some corner pouting Dragging my weakness throughout the world on Eskimo sleighs Adding on weight with each experiment See when the back gives in If there’s a limit to how much dirt one can ingest Smiling with all this shit in my teeth Isn’t it exquisite? |
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