moving like gelatin
with the mass of an elephant
riding all the time
like theres no end in sight
give them sad songs
to sing along to
when you’re feeling spent
not one to talk
spill the beans on your new carpet
hot rocks on the belly of the beast
not one to talk
keep the cubs tame
with melancholy doses
more of the same fruit
bore from the bitter hostess
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