Bon appetit! She can't hear no shit I wonder what her headphones play I doubt it's a love song Because she is pretty lonely, I'd say, I'm lonely too, but I'm okay, She deserves better, But she is indifferent to my say
Boobwise she is nice I'm a dick from paradise Future could be brighter If not for a drinking vice But sunbathing shades Keep us lighter than the urn or the vase In tact I march towards the craze Of forbearing tomorrow
Bearded men laugh While beardless women cry Children fight each other Sisters, brothers die Why the sorrow? Why the pain? Only to God we all complain No master to this land So why do you stretch your greedy hands?
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