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Leveling, graveling, gravelly groans

Exude my exhaustion, canonize all my tomes

his home is afloat

On a yellow black moat

Of bile, hate and quile

And vile pains in my throat

Let's drown in the basement, it's filled to the brim.

Let's jack up the prices while the pickings are slim

You all washed through me like debris in a stream,

You cut me to ribbons and left me to bleed

Melting alone, showing off white bone

You can ring that bell or you can chuck in that stone

On the phone is the voice I've been dying to hear

There's nothing for you, better luck next year

When everything was suddenly, utterly clear

To shut off these shut outs, I'll cut off this ear

Can you hear this night?

It's starry, starry

Can you see me mouth out “sorry, Charlie“?

There's no good taste in this art space

Straight porno and snuff films, I should be disgraced, but I'm titillated

It's tantalizing, and as I move to the movement, I'm self-aggrandizing

I'm filling with air, I'll float it up there

A chairman sitting easy on a big easy chair

So do you like my party tricks?

I trick out clicking sticks to get my kicks