Ideas so absurd and vulgar
Night could not hide the stench
And No light could burn away
The sights so pungent
The fright so putrid
Making it seem so bright
From one so dark
And so vainly stupid
The following is a collection of verse born from internal suffering and hatred trying to work it’s way out of the body. I know what you’re thinking and you’re right:
We don’t want to witness your dreary memoir. Good god what a bore to hear and what a load to bear.
So here goes...
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