I have no desire for people to meet,
I don’t like them ordering all of the meat,
Seeing them gouging the plate up in front,
Talking with spit sticking out of their tongue.

Mindlessly filling the wrong part of their body,
Getting all dizzy and shaky  tonight,
I don’t feel like we have something in common,
I like to write not to draw from a straw.

How can some minds be so ruthlessly divided,
It’s just a shame, I don’t blame.
All I can do is talk and walk,
Before I get some spit on my back.

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