Society is a bush
To whom this may concern,
Millions die because of starvation
I die because of masturbation
I have a hard time holding a conversation
Because I stutter, hesitation
Society is a bush
Like a Saturday spent on a roof
The church is poison
Like a dead whale on the coast on an ocean
My childhood was lame
Because the church I attended was insane
Abortion is necessary
Sad yes
But in reality keeping it would be more scary
Retarded is a word that I will choose
I’m sorry if you’re offended but it is a word I can use
Similar to that is gay
I say that word everyday
I’m sorry if you think that is wrong
But get used it because it’ll be around for long
Heroin is a drug
That one day I’ll choose to enject into my lungs
I do and say this things because of people like you
That get so caught up into the things I do
You restrict the things I say
Which is honestly gay
I don’t want to change for you
I want to do things because I want to
Love is hot
Love is mush
Society
is a bush
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