Poem

And sometimes I kill
but it’s not my will
So I run and hide
in the smallest of pills
And I want to fuck your children
with my taxes
So when I let go
it’s Kharma that retracts it
And hair dos don’t and perfume doesn’t
Unless you’re alone with your cutest cousin
So, funny you may
and cuddly he wasn’t
I’ve wasted my day (not), but who doesn’t.

“Hair dos don’t and perfume doesn’t” …I love that line.

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