Sharp stick blinder,
lipsticked sidewinder,
tart
with no heart,
but constant reminder
Desires replete
and dressed for the street,
stressed out
and left out,
aggregate soul,
spilling small stones,
unsafe load,
in direct contravention of the Highway Code
Never again I say,
but once again into the fray
I go
Kowtowed,
it's a go slow,
slogans shown,
T shirts worn,
senses torn in two
I'm fucked up just like you
We're trending
while you bend my will
to consume,
beers chilled,
cheap pills for bedtime thrills
Worn out
I'm the advert torn out,
a discount token for affection
Compensating,
indicating
your lack of a sense of direction
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