The gin …gave him a wide grin …doubling his chin Although his personality was drowning in a bin …of societal sin …marring his win II His own kin Pointed out his sin But he tossed his hands saying they were many a fin All in confidence of the gin Acting like one with a jinn […]
Dark shadows! Painy-moany soul! Cracky heart of pain and sorrow Fermented with thousands of years of dope. Walking corpse! Unyielding strife! Honey and love are but a wish. Cloudy doom! Unbearable boom! Bottled flower of never bloom! Yielding bride without a groom. Serpents tongues of goody sweepy broom, Grovel on the moon Cry […]
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