THINGS OBSCENE
My breath is tasting sickly-sweet
My life is going down the drain
I see the words but I can't read
And inside we are all the same
It's true, you know - we're dark inside
The blood is bluish-green
The heart is clogged with nasty insults,
Empty words, and things obscene
The stomach, it has grown in size
To gigantic proportions
It must be filled or it will cry
And scream and scream and scream
The brain is just a lump of mush
Gray and lifeless it does seem
But somewhere hidden deep inside-
A spark, a light, a laser beam
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