in truth what I think of the world,

 

in truth what I think of the world, 

that you are all assholes in power 

petty hypocrite and blind 

in truth you are simply in

 lack of outright possetion all as much as you are

 the truth is that
as soon as something passes you
back off
you immediately take out the pon
and you type type without knowing
that you kill your world every moment

like lipstick

one by one gorgeous lipstick
the other does not have it
but what makes her want her lipstick

 then he automatically pulls out the guns
even in word form each pronunciation

every word rises to the sky and reaches us every time know it

in short what have you put on weight
what's wrong with you
what makes you ugly

 while having nothing to do with the atrocious ma

 that you have just generated but we will 

finally put this red on you

 and the poor person believes it
aspen
give up
 throws
her lipstick in the trash and run heartbroken
and you
happy venard vile
take it back and you own it happy here

it bugs me that's all