The secret is ...

The secret is there is no secret to tell
even if you don't like it I know you so well,
the secret is you are split up in two,
you love yourself dearly and the other half too,
and the brow so high that detests your kin
and the loin so low up to the chin.
I tell you something you don't like to hear,
because you are shitting no gold, only fear,
I can live without your pretended IQ,
so just piss off, the  TWO  of   YOU. ...

Sept. 2o15
 

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