The Pot Calls The Kettle Black
Squatter’s rights on the periphery
Just leave me alone
I hurt no one you see
The ghost you see in me might be the devil in yourself
Think man
Don’t file me on your social shelf
Pick up your garbage before you cry foul an rage at me
I live on the edge
Squatter’s rights on the periphery
You hold no intimidation
The dying is easy
Living is the trial
What?
You think you're killing it with dapper annoyance?
Wave of the world clairvoyance?
You better keep those cards and letters coming asshole
Curious off center philosophy
Your wet noodle makes love to mundane mediocrity
Why do you pick your nose in public then flick on your neighbor?
Pass gas in the crowded elevator
Steal the blinds man charity
Seems the man in you is a rarity
You are a fragment (you better consider revising)
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