Bald piece of shit.
Running mouth, “shit shit shit shit”
Sticking baby dicks in my ears.
Lost hope, this system,
Lost faith, the asses in power.
The rage inside will kill me,
l should have stayed home in the comfort of my poverty!
Less frequently than desired, occasionally from the pits of the heart, words calm the storms and l find meaning. Average creature thoughts.
Bald piece of shit.
Running mouth, “shit shit shit shit”
Sticking baby dicks in my ears.
Lost hope, this system,
Lost faith, the asses in power.
The rage inside will kill me,
l should have stayed home in the comfort of my poverty!