Nothing Is Clean
Nothing is clean...
Not even the the so called
“Higher Animals”
Neither me nor you
I don’t like that about us
It’s an option we only have
Stop making yourself a saint
A saint better than others...
The pair of us completely raunchy...
Consumed by indecencies
Beneathe the skin
Pure filthy happiness.
Live the life as game is played
Don’t make yourself the judge
So that you won’t be judged...
-Mide Mascot.
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