PROSE AND PROFANITY
Since We’re Sharing Analyses
Since We’re Sharing Analyses

Since We’re Sharing Analyses

There was young boy
Who need I not
Unveil his faults

For he was merely a preacher
Posing as a vault
Keeping a type of truth
That was universal;
He’d hoped

He had an affinity
For words like
Demon
Sex
And infinity

When first I heard him speak
It was obvious
He did not care for dignity

With an exercised ego
And a shy imagination
He spends his time
Working on his presentation

There was a young boy
Who need I not
Fear his gambit

For he shines as bright as a dull gimmick
And jitters like a little white rabbit

PS: I couldn’t be fucked but I’m flattered you were

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