Overweigh, overpaid, over everything
When these wayward decisions make no kind of sense whatsoever
A beer or ten to silence the terrifically dreaded demons every other lonesome p.m.
Swarming on acid, nobody’s antacid
For you just cannot replicate a smile of old
A bold boy and you know so much, trust one thing which fell away with your pants, right by the tempestuous wayside
Seems to have been every girl’s somebody yet no-one’s everybody
Sullied and long forgotten, a dire soul laid right out upon the distasteful face of our one society
Centre-stage
Take an outrageously contradictory bow, why won’t you?
Bashful now albeit far too late
You chose your fate so soon as you made my daughter your stench-ridden food for thought
A thousand-and-one corrupt decisions and, as a result, I really ought to kill you

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