By the guppy
Date: 14 February 2001
rodentia
tippy toe
quiet like a church mouse
in god's house
hallowed be thy kin
the quiet type
all riddled with vermin-type delusions
like i care, bro hare
you'll be flippin' singulares at the next hoppin' tail
to flash an overbitten grin your way
and on your way
you'll go
smitten like doomsday was gonna happen
shinin' your own incisors
an' practicin' the bite-down routine
in front of a mirror
'cause you're nervous of screwin' it up
just go with it
you're your own slave
you're your own salve
don't infect yourself
and don't be askin' me for advice
i hate mice
and it's all relative
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