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Random Tantrum
By smilinmike Goodliffe
21st CenturyDon't swallow
Follow
Ahead of us
I go to bed if I must
Choose your fetish from the link page
Just agree to the age check
page direct
Dot com
Computer brain rot
Definately not
Dead lot
The law we fought
The light we raved
The night we stayed
The pie we ate
The sight we made
The man we paid
Days and days
Awake
For time's sake
Crimes take
The rules we break
The madness we make
The gladness we fake
Takes the cake
Feet ache
Late sadness weeped
Creeped
Crawled and leaped
Called
Strolled
Hold
Onto the solace
A refuge to hold us
Rust us and mold us
When there is no-one to trust us
We take turns being the meek
Street to the castle
Complete with the hastle
We spend cash like a lawyer
Defend our stash right
Cash fight
Hash pipe
Pass to the right
Bright light
Light bright
Spite out of just
Lust turns to fuss
Flailing
On this nights
Pie crusty
Trust me
DayPoems Poem No. 2332
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