You're a man
Ejaculate
it's only natural
but still I'm not a fan
My world is build of spirals
While yours is made of stripes
and the real inflicts only fatals
in my one-time brain cells
I wait for eagerness to ripe
not where the soul dwells
Fidelity is not a trait
a man can possess
So I can't have faith
but anger in excess
Slowly I desintegrade
You're the man
Ejaculate
it's only natural
but still I'm not a fan
A body always hits the floor
In middle or in final acts
But I'd sooner run out the door
See objectively the facts
Guide yourself by means of maps
To find some marginal solution
Cause love has no constitution
Stability is what I lack
And what you can't make up
The gun's ready in the stack
So let us shoot it up
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