Your purchase

Buy into the aesthetic
I wouldn't spare you a dime

I am my own butcher

of my edifice

Not a single truth

nor a single lie

Could slow the ebbs in current

Could stop the rising tide

Smoking cigarettes keeps me looking thin

So maybe I can slip between the bars

of this cage you keep me in.

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