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12:43 AM
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Moldy Greed
Off having fun,
If anything,
You give us tokens of help,
And then go running off to get your cock sucked,
Or, to do the sucking or both.
It's not that I think you're any worse than I,
Only, more insulated.
Not that it makes a difference,
To anyone,
But those you flee from,
Leaving us to fend for ourselves,
Because it's painful to see our suffering,
So doomed,
Going nowhere but down,
Into the ground,
To be recycled,
At best.
Who knows, we may have a little good luck,
Sprinkled here and there,
A few seeds,
But we'll just eat them,
Gobble with greed,
Not thinking of the future,
So mired in an obsessively endless feed.
So go, enjoy the glamour,
The adventure,
You're no wallflower,
Boring like us,
No studliness here,
No wild and heart racing erection.
I understand.
Your head is just spinning.
I really do.
You're just frightened.
I am too.
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