Nobody will believe a simple mousetrap
That's why you're such a sexy boy
Though you're getting old fast
And soon Buddha will look punchable
Sometimes your poems are like Satanic Lunchables
And there's the Daddy Fortress of Solitude superman myth
Who taught you that?
I bet your worst fear's not death but fat?
Sleep and mousetrap boy (I find you a lark
Pathos is what makes the Clown Room inflate
I bet your Poem's not come home tonight
It says it's "working late"
You should go out, public bright, cinnamon mint
You should fuck a doctor like a western mountain
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