lemon wedges...
got that embalming to dip my benson hedges...
forever stemmin til my throat looks like contraptions for pez dispension...
resurrection... sniffin white off the top of my collasal sized...
refrigerator cuz simply player it's nostril height...
stopping my brain from firing so long its feeling fossilized...
this not something my boss'll like...
when i show up 2 hours late...smelling greg geraldo-like...
and dressed like a macauley caulkin-type... awkward dyke...
dont know where i am everything looks all alike...
pitch black in the corridor... complainin the hallway light is awful bright...
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