Luck marries hereditary fraudsters.
My heart is like a rotten oyster.
Leper poverty is a handmade illness
Masked by fake theories. Stillness
Leaves my body. I want to comb
My convolutions which always roam.
Dogs chew my metal legs. Begone!
Winds seduce and bend the hairy lawn.
No one cares of my splendid degrees!
COCKROACH SALAD, PLEASE!
Life is a boring wheel of obligations!
I am too merciful, united nations!
I am a fading victim of winter mentality.
I always hide my lynched geniality.
Defunct trust reeks like an ancient carp.
Nails of dissatisfaction are so sharp!
Heels bleed and flood pits of sadness.
Goodness is replaced by vile ratness.
Last minutes deafen the jingles of disease.
COCKROACH SALAD, PLEASE!
2021 y.
Cockroach salad
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