I'll have to come up with something new,

I've been getting by,

On being greedy, on being dumb,

But maybe I should give credit,

Where credit is due,

I'm sure everyone has a clue,

So I'll stop, making things up,

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Instead, I'll speak what I know,

Brown-nose, and I love the smell of that,

Sweet love, well, see,

I can't stop it,

I'm all caught up in it,

Entangled, and dragged in,

Willing to gamble,

My life is in shambles,

But I'm willing to see,

Who'll see, we'll see,

Eat a sea goddess,

Some bread wrapped in leaves,

Show some skin, maybe a little tease,

I’ll never get out,

It's greasy, oil or lotion,

Between these,

Feel me,

Breathe it in,

Is this fulfilling?

This aroma,

This work, sweat, and tears,

Six beers, a little fear, and maybe a queer,

Maybe I’ll get to see them,

Beneath that dress, a peach, dripping wet with honey,

Do you love me?

One thing’s for sure,

I love to feel you squirming...