What you won’t do for love.

Should I up my misogyny
Would that make them like me
Use a couple more drugs
Couple more disses
Couple less hugs
Couple less kisses
Coupled with a little more thug
Would that get me the love
That I seek
This whole fucking thing reeks
A ring pop enlisting me
In the happiness of your soul
Can never match Tiffany
And Lamborghini doors
Comfort more important than
Freedom to be
To love
To explore
Umbilical to the system
Never cut the chord


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