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artistic wisdom and rueful pragmatism
on a teeter balanced for the most
but then there is always the rock gut panic
you can't get rid of the bleakness
it's there under the skin
and when they sewed up your suit
with mask intact you pledged to never tell the truth
this is the rotten tuber
the last chance for luck in the vamp ridden grotto
this village of severed heads
that blooms us all
she radiates flames and she is the protector
no super powers to know about
only the chance meeting & your disguise
why hide it? (applause and applesauce)
what did little Timmy get for Death Day
that's right the new holiday folks
Why always "Timmy"? you ask.
Well Timmy is the alter ego of a five cent solution
& this is while you all will be exterminated
through boredom tactics