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I found those bugs in the carpet again

I swear they must have escaped death

then invaded our skin

Yell again!

Let them in!

This must be a sinner's grin!

How they intersect with our epidermis

and spew their bile in to turn us inside out

trade me places please

if aint too much

to ask

This is just a sick man's last gasp,

I await the infancy of fevor to dispose of me

but before all that let's have mercury libations

Split the thermometer, please

drain the drops

into me

Our mouths are glowing metalic, how debonair

I wake up every night at a quarter past five

wondering why the hell why

I have to act like a man

Should I quit

Would I admit

That I'm not half the man I claim to be,

"What's worth my time?" is my whole adult life

Is it for a girl that trys to run the world I built

but she'll guilt me when it's not the one she wished

what a load

of a poorer man's bullshit