Eating blueberry ice cream crepes in a casino in Las Vegas
Shitting jalepeno seeds on a cruise ship on the Caribbean
My tummy turns over like a lightning bolt at the speed of sound
The blood in her head looks great on her dress, but I don't say a word
and I don't say a word
Ants on the asphalt boil like gold in your teenager's throat
We, who afford the luxury, we inherit the world and its money
You know what gets my goat, a tower of perfectly balanced oranges
and a man too young to know he's old
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