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Have you met my needs?

Have you met my needs?

I was there in line when the voice spoke to me
I’d order the extra bacon even though it meant

shaving minutes off of my life
and the planet’s

I couldn’t care less at that moment
it was the only pleasure available

before I met you

and now we spend our days and nights
in all sorts of blister and tetra packs

in my apartment in your underwear
and we rub each other fast enough

to erase any memories of happier
times when we were younger

and never had second thoughts
about looking beyond our own desires

◄ Script Confusion

Hoover Damn ►

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