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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.

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.
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Theo and Smed Just a couple of guys Who like to write poetry Well what a surprise But the shared poetry angle Is to lessen the surprise when They announce that they're dating And have decided to move in But their faggotry isn't Their only news Mazel tov to them both As they're both now jews So it's AIDS and satan For these poetic gays Before the pits of Hell For their eternal stays