HI-SWEET from Brainshocker! Interrogative by fudarin ga'proy

sad mother grafted me this swiss, parametered fluid
new method of cleaving than kent A4 lucid
dancing with a javelin like bridesmaids in a bountiful
ain't this more refreshing than being stuck in a cubicle?

it's useless to be ruthless, however, remain toothless,
i'll be the bunker when you grow tired of serving less
since you never existed, cadaver's done and dealt
prideful and remorse, remember how you once had felt

directing in manzai both in ones and twos solely by hand
pilebunker at the green light 3 feet high in the bystand
a girl in the hand is worth two busboys in a raised pike
heavenly and harmfully the pendulum appraises strike

not befallen enough to pass on fairytale dresses
obake kid has just retired, started making guesses
someone tell that souped up clanker that its seven fifty
i've been hiding inside, need to make my entrance nifty

idolize thy pines
drunk upon bleak chimes
there is only bratted keys at the starboard
of the vessel, maneuvered by yours, the lord

clocked like firebombs
shots on all the toms
i'm enamored by the gaze behind the glasses
i'll take another sip of the flasks

enduring the blaze for the sake of my illusion
wild and decrepit, stay behind on their sudden intrusion
i call it aloof, he says blind, she says eerie
compliments and competence never get me teary

frills covering my legs splintered in bruises
only stunts the guts know, commanded by recluses
daily dobbin in the back, placid as can be
i hope "miss tomboy" has inspired a spree

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