So my brains a little tired,
it's wired.
i'm fired.
with passion deep within,
that runs my veins and arteries thin
with a lazy left lung,
it's hard to inhale
all the pollution of your sick naughty ideas
permeating through my walls and windows
telling me to stick my wee wee in places i shouldn't
like dryer fans and oblong seals.
so vanish my boredom rain,
and wash it down through the crust of the earth
and feel it bubble with excitement and glee
and erupt into a mighty volcano, for the top of the world
to see
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