Put away that decayed piece of hate,

you have had it for moments and only put on weight.

Love is a balloon to take you high

and hate the anchor that drags behind. 

Fuck it, or suck it but don’t run a mock and

promise to always be kind.  Birds and Bees

fire and trees, money and greed, evil’s seed.

Stone soup for breakfast , lunch and dinner.

We could all stand to be a bit thinner.

Nevermind me, for my thoughts are free

and you ain’t never met a better drink than me

 

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