Happy like one thousand cannibals in a village of me…
That’s what it's like
So I can’t sleep, right, but deprivation is bliss.
Everything is a carbon copy, of a carbon copy, of a carbon… do you copy?
Was it down with the funk, or up with the swing
Shake-spears, like writing
Or mediocrity.
And maybe my late night rendezvous was worth it
And maybe my midday walk was amiss
Like dinosaurs in your stomach…because butterflies got first dibs
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