Invigorated species of enviromentaly safe ants
Lurched into oblivion
Only to be cut off at the pass
By the culture patrol
My mind fluctuated between apprehension and delight
While my soul slowly eroded
By the acid of reality
Atlantic city, what a pity
All that money
Where's the honey
Ambrosia burst onto the scene of my being
Only to end up with the clutter of the broom closet
I approach the golden cunt
Awed by the enormity and
The scope of possibility
Awesome in dimension
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