Tilt Clotheshorse
You are an affectation of every passing fad, your butane smile's = indelible, your talk is thoughtless gas, you live like a Coke machine, = convince me of your strife, tasty tyke of augmentation you'll pay with = your life. Your youth is eveything, your cock is all, your body makes = bank and your mind is small, your youth is everything, your tits stand = tall, your body makes bank and your mind is dull. Your needle eyes and = hands of slate regard a stuff repose, contemplate your mindless fate = while powdering your nose, loathing all that you can't fathom, cuckhold = by your pride, endorsing a madman's marketed worldwide. Rested on your = sculpted shoulders all the weight of fame, statuesque emaciaciation is = the mole of day, packaging rebellion in a palatable box, wash away the = meaning as you wash your frosted locks. Yes we made you what you are, we = buy the clothes you wear, we buy the shit that shapes your hair, we buy = your hipness anywhere, but time will surely vanquish you and we'll no = longer worship you. Submitted by: Mel
