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For A Mind To Grow


Fuck The Whores
Who Fuck Me Too
They Fuck Us All
And What Do We Do?
Sit and complain?..
All
This
Does
Is
Bring Shame
To our brain.
And 
To the others that hear
You end up
Fucking
 them
  too...
And all you care for
Is
You
You
You

Our brains are
Mushy enough
But
You mush it to gush
Speaking of nothing but
How your life
Is so
Rough
Rough
Rough
Yea...
They're Fucking Whores
I do agree
We all Fucking Know
We can all Fucking See
But,
What Scares me
Is
You see
No beauty
You speak
No beauty
You feel
No beauty
But
My dear
There is irony here
Because
In you I see
Beauty
Beauty
Beauty
I have faith that you'll grow
And those Fucking Whores won't matter
In time you will know
How to accept flatter
And then you can do
What I did for you
Without complaints
No shame on your brain 
If
And only if you
Grow
Grow 
Grow
Because
Then you will know
Fucking
Whores
Don't
Deserve
Time
In
A 
Growing
Mind...

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