Last Line of a Lost Painting with Bosch, The triptych caved like walls, Spewing rancid ranch dipping-sauce, Come in the back, we'll show you how the sausage is made
It reminds me, of how Diddy made sure Bieber was Played, Or Aaron Carter turning over his grave, as such, and American Celebrity Found, Because we don't look for losers, at least not above the ground.
Some zones are so grey, most can't tell you won anyway and few thoughts are fine, When you're on borrowed time
But time can't last, at least not Today. Some zones are so grey, most can't tell you won anyway When you're on borrowed time But time can't last, at least not Today.
Do you want to read the poem I wrote with Smed over on UpGoat?
I’m sorry but I don’t go to pedophile enabling places.
I don't care to know if that actually is a pedo place.
But I was trying to collab with Smed/@Aurelius on a poem, and it was not possible on Poal, so we ended up collabing on upgoat.
I get the whole lobby choice, but I was not able to post in there, and he was not able to post elsewhere.
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