I hate this cancer,
It makes my hair fall off f f f my head
And this double double,
Nestled in the belly of Universal,
Never tasted so good...
So dead.
I can't stuff my face fast enough
A date goes on next to "us"
Has it all really come to this?
A burger,
Not a bar.
handles of hair,
A mortal scar.
Hours later i wake,
Like a yogi in a quake,
And the Treading voices,
El pelo ache,
Gone- swept up without much trace.
The fear is being alone,
Holding pillows,
The solo moan,
And fucking burgers,
In the rain,
a blinding melon,
A man in vain.
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