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Oh, suck me, little bang-o-lash
Suck me like a succotash
I've seen a shovel in the road
I pointed it where other shovels go
Little racist camels in the sand
little bits of centavos in my hand.
I want a crumb resting on her ass
She pays the rent and smokes some grass
She was one time a mighty dame
She was on a clock that stayed the same
Time is a rotation, a circular sensation
Earth and all it's bounty from a higher incarnation
Meat for eat, what a treat
We stuff ourselves-like a smeet
Take for granted, take for fun
Taking affects everyone
Doctors, patients, maybe all other types of things. One sees mightily through their own mind but is then just as blind as they are omniscient. Putting good or bad forth and judging others upon their ability to do so- it was fated.
Nothing is not real, divided bits of care in a garden of ambiguity.
