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I think she gets wet from stressing out Oily and high strung all throughout the day Like a buttered acoustic I don’t want to play She’s never satisfied and she’ll never be Maybe all is wrong with forced simplicity A gas station clerk? That’s not why she went to college Oh wait, she never went to college Pervasively boring all throughout her life How could one be so lucky to have her as their wife? Bald middle-aged businessmen on a Boeing triple seven That’s her idea of getting a little heaven And if her friends desert her, she’ll take it all in vain “It’s just another phase”, “they’re going insane” It’s them, not me It’s them, not me It’s them, not me Summarized Summarized “Magnificent Sight” I saw the accused tied to a post Silent as wood, standing tall like a tree Through eviscerated eyes, now truly free He said, “The beauty of the world I finally see” As veins exposed to light, let gravity give way The death throes were so violent, the iron-jettison spray Even the bemused were choking back their sick Spectators in the back were covered in the rusty thick 47