Tongue of split venom sour evil whip they weld over over as sharp as razors talons
Inclined to spite, malice content sin there own agenda they play without
Plain, pretty, ugly wits of paper of knowledge they all play the game
Preening of delight only in sight of self acknowledge them only
Clasping egos they say me self only none better than only me
Denying rational thought logic they scramble fervishly gasping I am
I am
Clean fresh respite they say never a foul wind of stink attached to them swear all them with lunacy attached paranoid creeps wide free
False supports need them nay no products of man made use them all because they lie lie lie like everyone on planet
Using calculating thoughts of combined efforts they insync move the lot of boring spite to lather and attack one woman they do do over over
Ever see a medley of motley plain women voice with joyous tones I smell not
Man sea and her finally even a wallflower of ugly is linked matrimony content but a woman who supposedly thinks herself too much is torn asunder children and all
Remember tout tout all the fresh flower of a sweet womanly smell cause a barrage of stampede to propose on knee bend and find herself hated hated by every woman of supposed sweet who is not Mademoiselle consume I this flesh of sweetest refine not only if death is wanted do
Onward charge charge richest of richest although plain ugly still fresh as rose unswept
Mockery true or not trest the water see lie or truth a man of nose sharp will lie for treasure of keep to put in corrupt hand
Deceptions of nether hot or cold intrigue a man of wise rich thought who lie if beauty found and envy wanted flyers of fresh beat down wherever happen careful is true mindless know find knowledge
Running with thoughts of elephant swine they repete repete not I not I smell of noxious weed revolt gay even though just saving face they claim to world world
Trumpets ring loud loud hark the world pristine clean fresh only parade on with manmade products press on can they
Even a towel of clean portray the truest of wit they smell not surely it has a jest of wit and deception who knows his bread butter remain he quiet as hell
Never a color of race enters the foray and jousting tournament but still persist the establish color of betrayal and continuance of lie to oppress mindless still prevails
Triumph Truimph they cry smell me anytime never stank I anywhere I berate the world accuse me so when found the lie they die in inches miles and given to anyone unaware he as trophy to who a black man
Hark Hark they cry they cry not I not I check me anytime all they clamor I keep her anyway stank all the time and I fight a fool's battle and become the joke themselves
Good luck bespeak a wise owl who say they say they never reveal truth cry the victim of scrutiny they for jealousy is the motive for she learns to fast knows too much wrong color imagine that
By Felicia McCaw
Inclined to spite, malice content sin there own agenda they play without
Plain, pretty, ugly wits of paper of knowledge they all play the game
Preening of delight only in sight of self acknowledge them only
Clasping egos they say me self only none better than only me
Denying rational thought logic they scramble fervishly gasping I am
I am
Clean fresh respite they say never a foul wind of stink attached to them swear all them with lunacy attached paranoid creeps wide free
False supports need them nay no products of man made use them all because they lie lie lie like everyone on planet
Using calculating thoughts of combined efforts they insync move the lot of boring spite to lather and attack one woman they do do over over
Ever see a medley of motley plain women voice with joyous tones I smell not
Man sea and her finally even a wallflower of ugly is linked matrimony content but a woman who supposedly thinks herself too much is torn asunder children and all
Remember tout tout all the fresh flower of a sweet womanly smell cause a barrage of stampede to propose on knee bend and find herself hated hated by every woman of supposed sweet who is not Mademoiselle consume I this flesh of sweetest refine not only if death is wanted do
Onward charge charge richest of richest although plain ugly still fresh as rose unswept
Mockery true or not trest the water see lie or truth a man of nose sharp will lie for treasure of keep to put in corrupt hand
Deceptions of nether hot or cold intrigue a man of wise rich thought who lie if beauty found and envy wanted flyers of fresh beat down wherever happen careful is true mindless know find knowledge
Running with thoughts of elephant swine they repete repete not I not I smell of noxious weed revolt gay even though just saving face they claim to world world
Trumpets ring loud loud hark the world pristine clean fresh only parade on with manmade products press on can they
Even a towel of clean portray the truest of wit they smell not surely it has a jest of wit and deception who knows his bread butter remain he quiet as hell
Never a color of race enters the foray and jousting tournament but still persist the establish color of betrayal and continuance of lie to oppress mindless still prevails
Triumph Truimph they cry smell me anytime never stank I anywhere I berate the world accuse me so when found the lie they die in inches miles and given to anyone unaware he as trophy to who a black man
Hark Hark they cry they cry not I not I check me anytime all they clamor I keep her anyway stank all the time and I fight a fool's battle and become the joke themselves
Good luck bespeak a wise owl who say they say they never reveal truth cry the victim of scrutiny they for jealousy is the motive for she learns to fast knows too much wrong color imagine that
By Felicia McCaw
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