Waggy Hand from Help by I Divorced Life

When you think about it
So soul-crushingly bleak
Mind-numbingly wrong
It will be a cold day in hell
Before you admit your mistakes

You are merely a spectator
Disgusting energy
Reprehensability
Spill out of a gash agape
Onto a floor of wood
Ruining fabulous Italian leather
Get zapped, loser
You're rendered a witness
To your own undoing

A scarf and a lap
Insufficiancy and prematurity
Flailing
Over-excitement and yearning
An aging body
Giving its all, its last
On the dew-covered January grass

What a man you are
A mighty fine one
The manliest of men
Applicable
Great strategy, Mr. Smelly Breath
Appalling
Just disgust and scare us into submission

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