Buttery

on nine

i will cut the crap of butter

and wax it around my lips

don’t fall for the way i’ll be talking

you will slip for sure

on ten

I’ll butter the crap on you

and mound your lillies, butterflies, fireflies

hover around nights-cape, grim-horror

you will slip anyway

 

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