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Worthy of a tuxedo?
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DRUGS N SUCH
I confess it's only partly pretend;
This party, I mean, of my dimwit
Reality- mad masking via poetry
Which nobody asked to have, yeah,
Headspace full of crazed emotion
As I'm having a laugh. believe that.
Thus, I waltz down the streets
Feeling the fear of a fiendish rat
(Myself a bullseye to be spat at)
Yet a tomato thrown would do
And give me some life to chew..
How the head spins, diminishing
So quick into depths unexplored
Furthermore to fester abhorred
Like labyrinths of the whore's womb
Whom to muse be my joyous tomb!
Which is to say, devoid of truth,
Personification of the word aloof
