If I could vomit
Every time I saw myself
I would be thinner
When crows call my name
They say the most vicious things
Then they fly away
Clouds are so happy
They don't get stuck in traffic
Looking at people
Looking at people
I was at Tangiers
When they took some dude and put
His head in a vice
Planes don't flap their wings
They drink all of my liquor
Then burp in my face.
Fruit of my passion
Is not really tropical
Apples do just fine
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