I'm so last level guess
I might get pity fucked
I'm fraidy cat of what might
go down if I got unstuck
The piper don't even play no more
he knows I'll still pay
I never said I'd ever
be a winner anyway
Such dull rhymes
So white so straight
So stout and protestant
thin crust over hate
Curdled and poisoning
aimed within
Zip it back behind one flash
of a devil's grin
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