One Shots

Paint stains on my jeans:

We're all some kind of little freak

Captured in color

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Do you have to own everything?

Turn the world into a shelf,

keep it from running

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What war will you fight:

Is it worth dying over

children, or twitter

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If anyone needs

legal representation,

it's male orb weavers

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If I bare myself

On your stage, then empty is

The soul who's silent

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Go to Hell, if that's

what you're into: throwing out

shovels for hammers

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Stop feeding ducks bread

You could just Google it but:

It's not good for them

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I don't like your dog-

or your misbehaving kids-

it's not required

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Filling lungs with ash

just look: see how the smoke curls

prettier than snow

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Thrones: glamoured above

but they're made for shitting on

Midas knew it well

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tried to shave the dog,

the clippers broke in her fur

some things can't be shaved

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Swinging church bells ring

loud, like the hanged men below

crying for freedom

shallow graves in skies

dug by demons filled with hate

bellies so empty

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No, those beans are mine

you said to the little deer

then you ate her too