musing kennbivins

Despicable, decrepit, destructive deplume
Incessant inquisitions and undeserved impute
Violent thoughts amidst separation so vile
Omnipresent abandons and odious bile
Repulsive while resenting beginnings with rancor
Conclusions so caustic, no relief for this canker
End.

Mirror mirror, am I the one?
Change your hair, see the sun
Fix your nose, be more fun
Get ‘er done, get ‘er done.
Mother mother, am I a prince?
Stand up straight, fix your tint
Read more books for recompense
When you’re fair, this’ll make more sense
Father father, am I a model?
Be a doctor, win the lotto
Are you a model? don’t [...]

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