Too bad it doesn't count
you've been warned
I’ll mount you like a cow-girl
you won’t be able to last long
I’ll make sure of that
This moment will not pass me by
I'll stand defined by my height
in a life of laughs and gaffs
will equal this with a goof attached
it won't show my way
till we drift towards haste
instead of faith
it has no place in this world
which is all but the same
vanishing without a trace
sticking to the case
of the missing grace
all my hopes are gone
I don't mean to gloat
but are you into goats
they seem so close
I don't think you know
that dude about to over-does
soon we come in droves
to this grows toast
covered in your mamma's toe jam
from the bottom of the damn
murky at the taste test
blessing the lips of the one fresh
piece left of that
heard of small birds
thirsting for thirst
turns to a kick for the third
time my sigh comes through my eyes
trying not to lie it just slips out
then back into doubt
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