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P2128 I like to taste my food


I like to taste my food, but get royally screwed,
Nothing about reality is so accommodatingly simple.
But when I flail miserably in the air, it's only fair, 
I get a miss whose smile has a dimple.

Yes alas, I have many tongues,
And I'm pretty sure you want to ask "why".
To tell you I am this way, a dismay
May from your soul freely fly. 

Well be dismayed, I care very little, 
I'm a dirty little pest. A PEST you hear.
I live a reclusive life in a corner dump,
Away from all the sneer. 

I live in my mind and talk with echoes, 
As if extra tongues aren't a pain.
I'm more afraid of my own thoughts, 
Want an empty brain in the rain.

Despicable my shadow, it grows,
I hide from point sources of light,
I hate the giant with gigantic limbs, 
That looks like me when it's bright. 

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