Hang Around

So, shit, fucking rum in my moustache.
And I have hair that’s for everywhere.
Tastes of spice, tomato, and nice,
for now. For now there is this.
I don’t know how to be nice
to all the regular people.
I will be quiet. But online
I can say things. And I’m apt
to say an honest lie. You
are beautiful, but your
armpits are incredibly
surreal smelling.

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