Archaeology of the Pelvic Floor
My glass is half-full of greener grass
My pride is to hide
But my task is to ask
For a ride up the slide
Of the birth canal we mistook in stride
Where original love resides
On the cusp of dreams deep and fried.
The archaeology of the pelvic floor
Half-life of the ruins you've been waiting for.
My glass is half full of greener grass
The mouth of madness kissing my ass
Hierarchies employed to keep you p…
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