Pisscuits

Whatever the opposite of nostalgia is
Chase that down with a vial of pig’s piss
You can be sure I’m not in the mood for alcohol
Coz then I might finally kill em all
Raining down with metaphors of whimsy
Whilst wishing icy floors weren’t so flimsy
Easy to crack, easy to fall
Not too big, way too small

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