Shake it and stir, some of you think the world should be good, that you’re deserving, of equality, of human rights, build it up, build it up, and let the cookie crumble, where did it fall, according to the truth, what was more important, your dreams and desires, or the cold hard ground, steel and iron, tell me, where did you land homie, what is the truth of humanity, I'm telling you, there's a mountain of lessons out there, math and art, is the same anywhere you go, a man and a woman alone in a room, one is your wife, and the other is your best friend, roll the dice homie, allow the possibility, cling, clank, what echoes out, just bodies, being honest, like two worms, squishing together, a lot of you are just children, what composes your mind is so shallow, you got to build it up, cultivate, texture files, are made of something, like this poetry, just words, what does it mean to me, nothing, or a mountain of gold, throw it away, your mom’s panties, and feelings, they must be satisfied, there’s a place, out there, maybe in another life, where all your dreams come true, but alas, everything still has a price, human greed, and the universe, is infinite, and everlasting, maybe we’re all doomed to grow, know, and recognize, go to school, become educated, life hurts, anyways, here’s your vanilla latte...

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