it´s mean
how it´s so clean
no tics no bugs in the clinic
spick spit polish span
soon you will utter your gutter mutter
your last words
drop your last turds
shit´s over
dead certain
behind the final curtain
physical corpse in the hole
starting to decay
from smelling off to stinking bad
shit´s over
remember the white cliffs of dover
they never knew you
and won´t bawl boohoo
and life will continue
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