Bigweld and his mom's shoes, filled with cream cheese and doodie doos, teeth like fungus, hearts on fire, let them all perish in the doomspire!
We lived by the beaches,
Quicksand in our reaches,
Filled our life with leeches
Before.
Our lives need discussion,
Fearless repercussion,
Devoid of concussion
Some more.
Belief of what we had,
Dissuaded us a tad,
The feeling to be mad
Was core.
Forego our sanity,
The room's profanity,
A lost humanity
Endure.
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