Who keeps asking me for sex over form-spring? If you're reading this, whoever you are, I don't like it at all. In fact, I hate it. It is creepy and disgusting.
I am only a slave poet
And my chains are those that are worn like armor
By the most foolish dictators idols to their own grotesque
Bury me with my flute, a knife, coins on my eyes
And say you knew I was unrepentant
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