Someday, When we are all dead
Someday,
When we are all dead
We’ll think back to the thoughts
And the ant, or the mutant spaceship
Can equally experience the doubts
The significance of being naked.
Which all should know
Has been forgotten
Inside our heads.
Replaced, most effectively with toxins
Mostly shit we made to perfection.
The truth of our moments
The experience of our orgasm
How are you doin this mornin?
[{(Fuck)}]
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