The instrument of greatness
The spring sun chuckled over sarcasm
addrenaline junkie irony, sunlit ramp
Did you ever get a notion of yourself
like loki tied down in a cave?
How many mirror shots did you prepare
before going out in the open air
how many years did you study scorn?
Were you a mocker when you were born?
Did you keep a napsack packed with envy
for your blond comrades across the ditch
for your tokens and their cool tricks and bitches
They come to visit and deride using international stitch
grind on that or dodge it clever slalom
meaning trickles through the seasons
Winter snow, summer waves outside that, no reason
come across the screen accusing and teasing
Deaf ears for well armed quips
keep the abrasion, suck on the bruise
You were always a winner, unfamiliar to abuse
you thought you were the unique dinner
It's just takeaways now, you lose
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