Acerbic

Shed your skin like the bark off a tree
What I am you will never be
Everything you do is to make a point
Obsession is the position your anoint

Carve your name in the face of a book
Yours is the hand that should not be shook
Cause you wish people to be in graves
Dug with remnants of shattered spades

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Absurd with it
Criticise what doesn’t align with you
One and one makes sixteen too few
What a state to root yourself in
Determined to always declare a win

Vent the innocent into the emptiest space
You have no idea the definition of disgrace
Busy counting crows to do your bidding
Everyone knows that you’re not kidding

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Absurd with it
Criticise what doesn’t align with you
One and one makes sixteen too few
What a state to root yourself in
Determined to always declare a win

That is not the way
Too much too soon you won’t say
A track of glass that stains your flesh
In the machine you do thresh
Rage against the helping hand
Accepting aid is not being weakened
So stop the spill of your bile
Maybe just listen for a while
You might learn more than you think
Instead of kicking up a childish stink

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Absurd with it
Criticise what doesn’t align with you
One and one makes sixteen too few
What a state to root yourself in
Determined to always declare a win