| Young Authority | |
| The first thing I beheld- a barbie doll, If only I inhaled first I would tell A manly poem hot like alcohol. Howbeit I, exclusive son, shall dwell. Inquire about my fashion sense- so fresh. In hand romance beyond the normal gent; Hands don't shake, get rain white by female flesh. A man made by . . . | |
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| Piercing Thoughts | |
| Each step is hell, And each one after, Is a constant reminder Of who we are without Laughter. . . . | |
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