Rich men, like dung beetles, gathering all the dirt, rolling it up into big balls, for what, who knows, it’s better to be a worm, living beneath the cold earth, we’ll always have our dreams, the world is such a big place, a fat hen comes along, plucks the worm from the ground, a man sees this, and says nice, then fucks the chicken, what was I saying, oh yeah, it’s spring, lord forgive us for all our sins, the heavens know, when the earth travels around the sun, we’ll be doing it all again, heaven, your mom’s pants, she needed a friend, is this too much, I didn’t wear a condom, you have to leave, my husband will be home, let me come three more times, it will earn you, a castle in the sky, put a ring on it, it may cost you a lifetime, my faery wife waits in the distance, snakes and worms are coming out of the ground, all for those fat hens, and the eggs they lay, let’s get a coffee, I’ll pay, alas, maybe this is fate.

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