angst cycle (iii)
[Ƴ] (i)

i saw the finest
minds of my generation
fallen to haiku
lost to the goth
what a waste
what a waste
what a waaaaaste
what a waist
what a waist
he’s sure one fat bugger
what a waist
what a waist
she’s sure one slim thing
she’s sure one slim thing
interesting how the words change
eating oiku for a petrol head
lost to the light
lost to the light
not him
what a waist
oh ho ho oh ho ho oh ho ho
oh ho ho oh ho ho oh ho ho
oh ho ho oh ho ho oh ho ho
oh ouch OW dammit bugger






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