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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