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If you want? (Lyric) by FreeFormFixation Annie once dragged
both her folks to her class.
Her mother: a slacker,
Her daddy: an ass.
And the latter was a dame,
all damn classy and sass.
Her brother: a broker,
Her daddy: an ass.
And the former stood up tall,
his bitch-nips a'cuttin glass.
His mother: a teacher,
His daddy: an ass.
Then the students stood like vultures
on a rotting carcass.
First their mother, never sweeter.
Then their daddy, taste like ass.
Up the ladder:
False Reality
Down the ladder:
self-righteousness
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Posted: July 29, 2008 1:50 AM PDT; Last modified: July 29, 2008 2:01 AM PDTWeighted score: 4.8013287 Overall Rank: 11143 Comments:
This is filled to the brim with avant-garde post-modern hypnotics. It reached me, deep. I love the imagery, seeping, creeping at me from all angles! Oh wait, I didn't even read it because the title is hot garbage.
well obviously you read it. too bad your name is stupid or i might read something you wrote.
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Seven.