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All these split-lipped kids who get blitzed on vicks nyquil

They convince themselves that this life is not real.

The dad hits the mom, so the mom hits the bottle -

Toddler on the side, wide-eyed, behavior modeled.

Selfish lascivious bodies view babies as but a byproduct,

Drink to cope with pain 'til veins are rotgut-aqueducts,

Never could abstain, chased fame with coke and googled-tits,

"Weed seed and feed, my child... that's existence."

Long as i've got my apple pie, things are looking up for the first time.

I call myself a lover with a great big heart, but i piss in the gutter where they can't afford art.