A crutch you say?
As you shit on me..
Shit on my ideas.
You claim to know?
To know anything...
You claim to know
Understand my soul?
If you were sage I would laugh
Yet all I do is cry.
And pity you and your shallow
Thoughts.
I pity you and your suit and your tie
I pity you and your tiny cock
already covered with all the filth
of life.
And once again here you are.
Ready to shit on her like the last.
While a true man holds on to
the past.
Eating himself like Ron
Jeremy
It can be done.
Who has not seen it.
Well those moments are fleeting
We all know this by now.
Once it is sucked it is
Dry.
To never be truly saturated again.
It's nothing more than we deserve.
It's nothing more than reaction.
It's nothing.
