All good thinking is alike
But because it's a mixture of both
All bad thinking is different
I thought I swallowed a sharp
Piece of plastic I thought of it
Swimming around in my gut
While I was eating a piece of cake
I stared into the darkness
Of my imaginary death
Trying to compose myself
To console myself there was still
The sweetness of life in my mouth
And then you in the foreground
Holding up that little piece of plastic
Between your sweet fingers
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