M114 🅶🅴🅽🅾🅲🅸🅳🅴 🄶🄰🅉🄰

🅶🅴🅽🅾🅲🅸🅳🅴  🄶🄰🅉🄰

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I paint and sketch often my retch,

The animals are out again.

Bold and beautiful the landscape full,

I can't imagine how I'll be slain.

I mean what can you do?

Anyway we're good with 🅶🅴🅽🅾🅲🅸🅳🅴.

Just okay not to look at 🄶🄰🅉🄰,

Coiled in our cocoon we hide.

A scrotal fatal transcendental itch, 

Pin worms on a excursion trip. 

The testicular philosophy to retract, 

Iɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ᴄʜɪʟᴅʀᴇɴ ᴅᴇᴀᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀᴘ. 

Just as long as it's not in your face,

We're entertained by shit hitting the fan.

Vamoosed in the distance our morals,

Scruples hushed, rockets for bedpan. 

Just ask yourself why you or I,

Are different and in what way.

The answer from an indoctrinated past,

Will be an unapologetic spit spray.

This and that our guide to hide, 

Invisible gods on either side. 

Just like that another land flat, 

Unraveling this living ride. 

This from holocene to anthropocene,

Name changed a hole to an asshole.

This age thus, will fuck us to fussy pus,

Goodbye says the dying soul.