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Im clipped around an ear my head just zings
Im nose tweaked lots for pranks or dirty deeds
I corner cut I chill beneath big wings
Im one who lives lies loud who gossip leads
I cite six point smallprint that hollow rings
I hallow rules that really noone heeds
I hum a kooky claim that context pings
I suck at slanders sort of prickly seeds
Im ordered hurry hither tarry thither
As up is down and out is in bar crack
As earthiness is easily your knack
Your conviction makes me wince and wither
You love me even if Im much a mess
Your pleasure such in pain I must acquiesce
Chorus mess chaos hash