You fool
You hope!
So many turns around the sun
You ought to know better
So simple and mediocre
What will it take for you to turn bitter.
Are you anesthetised?
Your insides should explode.
So many plans on paper
You ought to be extremely bored.
If you can love
Trust me, you can hate.
Meaning has no meaning
You should drink yourself to death.
Keep digging within
Bury deep that comet,
And please don't swallow
What you ought to vomit.
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