seriously conceptualize what could contour to contusions
realize reality will wander, waywardly into reckless intrusions
i'm manicly miffed at what measly men have to say
i'm supernaturally stiffed by my brash dumbass bray
i've corrected a comping of contour kings
i've barely just managed to silence my schemes
i wish i could waddle back into your pond
i wish i couldn't sink for whoever i'm fond
i've slipped around on the ice for a little too long
i gotta find Thumper, cause this feels all wrong
maybe Flower will court me, mumble out my name
i'll be the king of your forest, just as long as you're game.
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