Ťħēřę’ś Å Ŵăłķ Șø Łőñğ
Thinking, “How dare cars drive by?”
When such a lonely one as I
Blinks a Shinigami Eye
As seen on TV, my dear
Floating’s all that we do here
Having thrown upon the gears
The product of awakened times
Fucking anything that rhymes
Feeling grunge and touching grimes
Taking down the clowning posts
Dancing with the hungry ghosts
Offering the burning toasts
Painting black the open doors
Settling the final scores
Kissing all the open sores
101 Ëxpęřįmẽņťåł Ůņǐț Ŵąÿ
Art school newly non-selective
Born a living retrospective
Calling in some famed detective
Sitting back to watch the clues
Pile up like streaming dues
Waiting for my funnest cues
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