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Alpha Males

You know this world, don't you?
That's still okay
But dare you believe I am a good-for-nothing
Because you don't know how much I weigh
Up on a pedestal you blabber like a Buddha
In "your intimidating" manner
But frankly, you sound like a loose soul
That urgently needs a spanner
Your presence is so green
It looks like fungus and smells like shit
I am helpless because you're so many
Though I'd enjoy seeing you crying in a pit
Maybe I can't stay away from you
Throughout my life
But know this,
In "my intimidating" mind
I have happily put you through a knife.

 -

 2019






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