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Food and The Soul/Mind/Spirit

by Alex Dionisio

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As I look what’s here in front of me
I can’t quite believe what these eyes have seen
Mounds of sugar shit in the stupid pit
And all the while I smile ‘cause I’m the wunderkind inspired by nothing really
In an empty box just like Christmas time with a bunch of gifts for your fucking kids who are slumbering in their big bunk beds
Twisting off, you feel like giving up
I’m getting off
You already quit your job
You’re jerking off your worthless boss for thirty bucks while I’m banging that in a dirty stall
My squirting sounds like rip tides killing moths or filling bottles, a whole beach-load of the filthy fucks
A drip just did not come out Timmy’s spout ‘cause he’s a bitch niggy’s son just like Chisel, whose background really sucks
St. Pat’s is pointless, unless you celebrate employment with drinks at waterhole shit
Asshole bitch, your mother is so good at covering over it and acting like a noble queen
So get real, your opulence is tarnished by your nothingness
You’d be lucky if your daughter was the biggest fucking slit whore and then got the stinking award for it
‘cause history would know you for something, albeit stigma of course and
Trash heaps don’t make the newspaper
But Sally does lay down for her neighbor, hate her
You least of all deserve these greasy paws getting what slaves put feet to floor for
You rich pricks are the worst people to grip the shore and live it longer
The more money, the less lovely ‘cause god despises ugly
You must hump dummies for pennies and have sex with degenerates’ chips
‘cause the world times three trails behind me
Why is wasting so fine in your wasted mind?
I just did this when I escaped your bind, bitch

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