Quarter Life Crisis
The world according to Sven-S. Porst
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132 words on Adam Green
In the front of the line,
now I'm back at home.
I wanna live my life,
in a bathtub.
All the dirty dice
and you pay in blood.
Stole the maxipad
'cause I abandoned love.
It reminds me of salty candy,
seamen's shanties
sailboats grinding (syllables rhyming?)
up against your back.
I don't need no sentimental
penis stencil,
feelings rising
opposites attract.
She made me feel so small,
I had no say at all.
She looks so cute, they say,
but I don't know her that way.
Heaven hold me back
I got twenty lives.
I got my Jesus jammies,
need some exercise.
Take a walk at night,
past the dating bar.
I wanna live my life,
like a track star.
(:Na, na na na na na:)Adam Green, Salty Candy
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