The flesh is a mess

Now would you suggest

More to come from this test

Of human existence

Major proliferance

Insane magnificence

How about a slice of pie

Oh no oh my

I don’t want to die

Or live in this hell

Of human existence

Oh well go to jail

Go to Yale

Go to Harvard

Go to swell your brain

In two hemispheres

That’s true

But fusion is the clue

Is the glue

Escaping me

Escaping you

Oh my

Don’t swell

Don’t swear

Don’t pick that pear

Off the tree

That’s for me

And mine honeybee

Finally I’m dead and gone

Finally you ring my phone

I’m in the zone

I’m in the dome

I’m all alone

I’m finally home

God bless, Shirah Chante, Relationship Artist

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