empathize with the
Reality before us
But I don't understand
How your Elegance
is like the whipped cream
On top of a truffle cake.
Slowly, lifting the fork,
You dive into the small pool
Of different flavors
And your taste buds go insane
Wanting more
Like cocaine or music.
Though Neither if which you really enjoy
Carrying on with everyday activities
Entering houses
And petting animals
But then soon going to another
Grabbing a drink
Testing, testing
One to three
I can't hear you anymore
Oh sorry
My dog was barking
But I thought I had a cat
The allergies begin
But it was all in self defense.
Are you sure you're not the one fucked up?
Oh typical, of course you are.
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