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minus-square1847953620@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up7arrow-down1·edit-21 year agoPointing, and laughing and cringing inside The green light flashes, the jig is up Buyers. Remorse. A divorce creeping up.
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minus-square1847953620@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkarrow-up3·11 months agoBecause he’s racing and pacing and fuming on X He’s fighting and biting and really bad at sex He’s going the distance, he’s smoking some weed His pillow wife (pillow-wife) is all he neeeeds … No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulb, no spine He’s haunted by decisions he cannot untwine Bank-account shaking earthquakes of APRs and remorse Assail him, impale him with cybertruck force … In his mind he’s still driving, still dunking on libs She’s hoping in time that her memories will fade 'Cause he’s wasting his paycheck on onlyfans whores He’s fighting, promoting, defending Musk of course
Pointing, and laughing and cringing inside
The green light flashes, the jig is up
Buyers. Remorse. A divorce creeping up.
The son chose the mom, and they both moved out,
He stormed off to Hooters, drank til he passed out,
He’s now home yelling, and crying, snot lining his face, the light of a Twitter feed in an emp-ty, place…
Cuz he’s going to post now, he’s going in-cel, he’s all alone, ALL ALONE, and he’s buying what the nazis sell…
Because he’s racing and pacing and fuming on X
He’s fighting and biting and really bad at sex
He’s going the distance, he’s smoking some weed
His pillow wife (pillow-wife) is all he neeeeds
…
No trophy, no flowers, no flashbulb, no spine
He’s haunted by decisions he cannot untwine
Bank-account shaking earthquakes of APRs and remorse
Assail him, impale him with cybertruck force
…
In his mind he’s still driving, still dunking on libs
She’s hoping in time that her memories will fade
'Cause he’s wasting his paycheck on onlyfans whores
He’s fighting, promoting, defending Musk of course