I’m not a dip shit; I’m a smart ass.
Whatever. Help fight the morass.
The more you fuck up, the less ass.
Clutching a daisy and a shot glass.
Before Clayton ravine; that shit was Shonash.
Nothing I do ever pleases you.
You’d call the sky green, if I call it fucking blue.
What in the shit has gotten into you?
Here a couple cents, you could rent a clue.
Yeah, I can be nice; but I’m not a fucking stooge.
Open your mouth and insert foot.
Something up with which we won’t put.
Please, Stephanie, more input.
It never left the fucking box; now it's caput.
Something bigger than us is afoot.
You bite my head off when I scratch my chin.
You get fucking mad, when you learn I sin.
I gleaned enlightenment from a shitpost thread.
This ain’t the fucking end. This shit is just the beginning.
We gotta look ahead after where we’ve been.
Walking around like you're shell shocked.
How the fuck is nothing ever your fault?
There’s only dignity before you earn your salt.
I'm not assuming shit by default.
Cry for any tribe when there’s lives lost.
Eating apple pie fucking a la mode in the cold grimy basement of the Alamo.
A epic slog, a long road to hoe.
Purgatory awaits. It only goes to show
After Eastwood ravine, who the fuck knows?
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