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Sure, I love that my face feels like

It is burning off, why not wouldnt I

Need to be cremated before I die?

Sometimes you guys know what I mean

I know that I don't, as you steal from my psyche

Liminal transgressions of nonsense

Shrug it off we suspect that it is satire…

Why my brain is most wired 

Only when legitimately tired

You squat in my space

Now get out, how dare you!