why the fuck do i keep writing raps?!
i'm a scrawny little white girl.
someone please slap me.
"tree-huggers, mother-lovers and uncle-fuckers,
it's oedipus in the eighties, smoking huffers
and watching cult movies like another infection -
nothing like insanity to gain an erection.
affection can take another turn for the worse
as we weed out the weak like they're some kind of curse,
and we let the young die and we let the old live,
and we fabricate lies just for something to give
for free to the grieving as an explanation,
as if words could wisen the rage of a nation.
don't waste your poetry, don't waste your breath,
you wasted your youth and you're waiting for death.
it's fine, your lives are on the line, please hold -
i'm sorry but we're only doing what we're told.
it's the same rules we live by every day:
obey. obey. obey. obey."
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