Lascivious & Toxic
"you still kick it in the slums ?
you still sell drugs ?
you still like to party ?
you still binge n get fucked up ?"
As much as I love a fight
I'd rather leave them to their fucked imaginations
--I find my amour-propre
when I see a use of my knack for kinesics
as mischievous manipulation--
Causing the busy-bodies' capitulation;
instantaneously subjugated
So I bestow my infamously vexatious smirk
as I say
"absolutely."
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