I hear the sadness in my mother's voice
I try and avoid it to confront it with
second-rate observational comedy
like all of us shitmunchers do
fuck take me to Malta or somewhere
and let me burn in the heat by a
restaurant with fake tourist bullshit
to turn the stomach
it's simply the end of another week
in a hell we wholeheartedly created
to keep the fire away and anything
that matters
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