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I'll write tonight
why not it's hot
And plot to jot
fought muse and got
some words or turds
good judge or grudge
you mold or hold
such thoughts or oughts
the shoulds, the woulds
yet stills and hills
obstacles, and tickles
delights, the fights
the weaks, the mights
the weeks, the plights
the speaks in slights
direct or kites
spit truth or fly

shits fun it runs
hamburger buns
no jewels, no rules
the me's, the cools

follow me, the entertainer
be a loser or a gainer
whether sunner or a rainer
weather never ever sever
onslaught infer the thought of her

we'd make love, push and shove
stick and lick, flick and kick
suck and fuck, run amuck

now grown I'm shown
the should have knowns
histories thrown
our pasts we own

to make a pact
and then react
upon these feelings
raise lust to ceilings
seen by others dirty dealings

above the guilts
we'd walk on stilts
melt into others eyes
and in the end
we'd come again
sunset into sunrise