Steal

Ey tu is the cries from the b’s
The c’s to the o’s
Is all she needs
Never forgetting the lonely t’s
As her cot she rests with all the e’s
Her I’s look into the pubic trees
With d’s days turning
D’s days turn
Please get off those hands
Get off those knees
Forget those wandering fucked up g’s
P’s like the rest  
So the best is always west  
And the east is the beast
At least we know Y


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