This is a poem/song I wrote while I was listening to booty swing by Parov Stelar.
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Back and forth on the pendulum,
physics will work it's ways.
Too bad when I see the lighter flick
my logic don't swing that way.
It's the cycle (love it, don't you hate it?)
It's not my goal (take it or go)
Hide from your gold (mama don't like it)
But someday I'll break from the chain.
Laugh in the face of possibility,
but the ball is already rolling.
Excuses, excuses, you and I know
that this will all happen again.
The cut will sting shallow but sorrowful.
I resent the result of my thoughts.
Yes, I hate what I create,
but doesn't it taste so sweet?
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AléatoireThis is really just me ranting on the internet in a space where people are less likely to bully me for my opinions. Read at your own risk, because I do get kind of personal and kind of political sometimes. Includes: -shitty life drama -me complainin...
