The ferns never visited Indianapolis
Just to get this out of the way
I would be dead in any other country
Because of the lies i spread.
But please realize this;
That the lies in america
Are too grandous in count
to where it is indescribeable,
indicipherable
To break.
No matter how much we rant of
leaves, birds, disasters,
cars, women, clothes.
Even closed doors couldn,t shut down
What we have brought upon US!
We are the internet!
We are the peots!
We are what we will never be!
So just keep your mouth SHUT.
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