That fat tongue of yours
rolls and rolls
your teeth, that jaw of yours hammering on...and on...
each sound wave bothering Time's eardrum
we listen to your millions of misfortunes
your feet are too big and you never could be funny.
you can’t trust anymore, and your friends think your boring.
We could spend a few life times complaining. sure why not?
It is infinite, you know
all the cosmos of sucking.
I could keep listening to your songs, but baby, they bore me.
they put me to death.
I may already be closing the coffin. from all your sucking.
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