Have I ever tell y'all about a Vietnamese guy I hate so much I'd rather shoot him instead of any mass murderer/dictator/serial killer if I got 2 bullets?
The kid saw the cigarette in their hands and how they were breathing smoke
It's not like before, the family is no longer the same.
What mom said was true:
The path he took to school was lined with trees and not a road
The room he wanted to return to had four green walls but no bed
His brothers sat around listening to music, laughing and leaning against the wall
In the vast white smoke, why does the human flesh looks so much like a statue
The desire to exist existed in the body, thirteen remained, thirty remained
This music is a panacea, so it is bitter in the ears
It is dry wood that keeps the fire of conscience from going out and fading
And surely no one wants to see ug- and -ly things
So some journalists think the truth must be hidden carefully.
"The world doesn't care about the ordinary man among humankind.
Those trash you called moralities and humanities are nothing compared to the curves of the body,
That's why the poet laugh, because life rated him below
Those legs, those thighs, tits and rear of those contemporary depraved whores"

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