[first two lines whispered by brix]

Dont call me darling



Dont call me darling



Harbouring on it

Hates this

Wants this

She hates this



>>dont call me darling

>>dont call me darling

>>dont call me darling

>>dont call me darling



The long black hair

Of wretched blue bottle

Darting all over

To no avail

I got zero tolerance

My head full

[ill pack a wool swab]

>>dont call me darling

>>dont call me darling

>>dont call me darling

>>dont call me darling



People hate beauty

I cannot fathom it

They smell of old pally

Voices thick with

Bouncing jackson

With stupidity

>>dont call me darling

>>dont call me darling

>>dont call me darling

>>dont call me darling

[[dont call me darling



Soon there will be dancing

Around the queue strippy

High and cheap

Why do people hate beauty

I cannot fathom it

A bouncing...

>>dont call me darling

>>dont call me darling

...brown suit...

>>dont call me darling

...bouncing...

>>dont call me darling

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>>dont call me darling

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>>dont call me darling

...bouncing...

>>dont call me darling

...bouncing...

>>dont call me darling

...bouncing...

>>dont call me darling

...bouncing...

>>dont call me darling

...bouncing...

>>dont call me darling

...bouncing...

>>dont call me darling

...bouncing...

>>dont call me darling

..why...do...people...hate...

>>dont call me darling

>>dont call me darling

>>dont call me darling

>>dont call me darling

>>dont call me darling



>>dont

>>call

>>me

>>darling





-ac