This is a story of human despair,

So gather ‘round children, and listen with care

It’s a tale as old as time,

One of true love,

Between the boy and the girl, and the substance

As white as a dove

An innocence taken, a promise granted

By the boy who did not care

For a single soul

Besides the one that fed his ego

The one that found solace in being stroked

No not that way, you perverted old bloke

An ego stroked is once shown love,

True appreciation that should be reserved

For the skies above

A great, white man

and his love for being grand

Bigger than god,

his soul refused to be awaken

So she knows her love will truly be taken

Away by the man who knows not of open heart

One that’s been consumed by overconsumption of art

Only his own, of course, for he works at the speed of light

Begging to be taken away from this fight of life

He looks for comfort in a powdered white drug,

To replace his shameful, lame need,

his need to be hugged

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