I'm not your tool for your exploitation
Yet you left me in the earth
To rot and lay stinking amidst the carnage you left
I was there to feed you during your rebirth
Sort of your human placenta
Nourishing you back to health
Dealing with your three year itch
Which you finally scratched away
Guiding you to see the light
Helping you scratch away
You fell for me
Like a weeping willow does to the ground
I opened my arms, my heart, my soul to you
As you did to me
You're tasteless and heartless underneath
I couldn't see that
Excellent work you've done dear
Allowing me to break out of that dismal shell
To this brave new world
Now you've cut the cord
To fuck my friend
Who has waited in the wings
For you to be ready
With a fistful of hurt
You have downed me
May your new life
Leave you tattered and torn
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