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Stuck in a land of clones

Every soul is a wanna-be

Every breath stank

Like it was of another who spoke

 the very same words yesterday

Their saliva boiling on those careless mouths

And spoke nothing but of humbugs

During doldrums they spat

And grind their teeth ever so grimly.

I’m hopelessly stuck spinning my web

In this dog-eat-dog world

Every fly that I catch

has the same rotting flavour as before

They try to cover themselves with fume

prayed all over

Taste like dust from an alabaster jar

Makes me throw up

This world is changing

And is ever so sickening. 08/21/08