Pussy and the Feels
Burnt before, searching for truth
Wizened maybe, smartest people, dumb as fuck
Traipsing infested depths once more
Mamma bear and cubs, not ones own
Bears before, bears a plenty
Honey pot reverie
Poison laced, poison snare, poisoned littered everywhere
Drops in doses, immunity built
Ink drop falls in well
Addicted to Eve’s apple
Heroin ass and honey pot.
Choose better, choose not at all
Fuck the drama!
Some juice is not worth the squeeze.
Monk mode survival, thrival, being.