even your spiteful drivel is mediocre
and here I was thinking you knew me.
you couldn't color my insides
with the Glen Garioch of crayons.
you couldn't reach me
with even the devil as your arm.
so keep your words in your mouth
while I slowly turn around.
'cause here I am on the sidelines
making a soft porn of your snuff.
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