Is it because you get a high
on benign liquids?
or 'cause I hamper
your orgasmic confabulations?
.
'tis never wicked abusing
your young begotten punks.
Remember you once were one too..
A young Insurgent!
.
You hate Strings,
smiling and being happy.
Die in your obscure weeds.
You and me is an obvious affair,
rather pecuniary..
.
I know I owe you a lot.
I'm just waiting for the rain
to harvest my crop..
so i can jettison a money plant
into your red ocean of affection..
For now, just let me break free...
...Ellipsis
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