His lips smack. A global splendor of gluttony. He's got a smile like he was born to be president. You ask about politics and I answer about people. Let's spit for territories, split up the not enough to go around. Just let me keep all these wants I need. I'll do whatever you want me to. I'll do anything. You present your presence like a grabby gift day presents. We all suck on your bloated white bread fill, but I'm still always starving. You ask about people and I tell you we're all stuck on the inside. I'm doing all you told me, get your world off my back. I've been stuffed fat and pounded fat. I've shrunken it, I've sunk in it, I've drowned in all I've found in it.
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