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And so it began... the upward spiral, inverted, introverted...
The wholesome wholesale... this worth was merchant, purchased...
ugly duckling suckling... with a father urging purpose,
...membership to the virgin surplus....
the stirring herds of currs cursed us, as we were yet uninvited,
legs like that of a good shepard's attention- undivided.

My smile skewed, a denial misconstrued, all the while, nil was news.
the Brady wiles of a child in censored group, was as a rented suit-
For the eventual parental coup would bear relentless fruit...

meanwhile--Up for trial... the spilled abused, the pill misused, the ill get views...
fucking sickening... the mills that mill the wills of shrews...
the eels that feign the couth in deals for the peels of youth.
this feel was surreal, as I appealed, revealed in proof.
the suburban safe haven in tame statement syndicated's what congealed in you.
But still... what did you continually do?!

those damned predictions in diction undignified solidified for reels anew.
stereotypes with typos, imperfection radiated, reflected my field of view.
an adolescent past in path with a passion not real, but wat was... was too ewww to chew.
giving birth to oneself in a reality not built for you...

but this new me was conjured for this.
for this was a fortunate forfeit of fore tense,
This boar's lips spoke of bored trips aborted by being boarded...
parties where the assorted, unsorted, snort shit...

this star's life now more a supernova of whorish chorus...
oh daddy, why cry??? u swore this was more 'in' for poor kids!!!
So, for the sake of your torment,
i'll take more sips of engorged stick for endorsements...

Pole dancing on your cracking conscience while I mock a generation of ratchet nonsense...
Grimey, in a sense that the only fucking plaques I'm stockin
Are the now-odorless solidified caked stacks of vomit
on your profound, "I wanna be a better daddy..." comments!

Save it... because even when i plotted on marriage,
Sabotaging the fabric of what you called merit
Did everything but leave ME embarrassed.

And I bet when the bell tolls, your dumbass would miss the drumroll...

Well here it goes... The world and its worldly woes have accepted me so.
The way opposite of apostles and prophets is what makes me so...
The days of nothingless are nothing since I've made the oath,
That all opposing my prospering are profitless til I make it, so...

Now the cameras and lights are aimed and the curtain beckons...
I study the hurt in the mirror to make it work for the purpose erected...
Contorted and disfigured, this deformed expression projected...
As I strut onto the stage to my most recent chanted reception:

"Twerk, Miley, Miley Twerk..." I am the shit. Thanks Dad for your faith and direction.