I always was born in April
Stand tall and brave the wave pool
Scrape stained teeth with clay tools
I'm cut, I'm clean, I'm a jewel
Frugal, never wasteful
Hunger games since grade school
Bugle Boys, the waist full
Husky tween to waif fool
Still under a Mercury Sable
From '94, I'm faithful
Face on the floor, I'm faithful
I don't need no more, I'm grateful
Now, it's all on the table
This is not a fable
Scribble every page full
Serve it by the ladle
Clean
Morning, noon, and night
I'm right inside this tune
Clean
I showed up alone
That's how I'm going home
Semiclean
I don't need no ring light
I stay lit with insight
Keep my Marsie in sight
He'd enjoy a spring hike
But, dinner down the windpipe
Gutted in the tintype
In a tunic made for men, white
Fitted with the pinstripes
Stillness like a gym bike
Pack of doves, a duel flight
No lack of love, I'm in light
The facts of this old sim life
Get dark in here, yes it might
No fears, I yield to midnight
Clear's the shield the wind wipes
White little lies, sin lite
Clean
Mold, I'll bleach the bloom
Reach bone pretty soon
Clean
Meddle and I'll form a
Pebble from a stone
Clean
When the cycle's new
Vanish my old moon
Clean
Dapple up my glow, I'll
Have a shadow grow
Semiclean
Gray area behavior
But I don't need a savior
Hit heaven by the detour
Sleeping off this vapor
The man who time waits for
He don't do the du jour
Bore under the comforter, and
And wonder what is he for
Aging foundling in the bed
Counting breaths until the end
Clean
I don't read no news
I don't wear no shoes
Clean
Me pure, wrapped in poem
Pearl in oyster's clothes
Clean
Morning night and noon
Right inside this tune
Clean
I showed up alone
That's how I'm going home
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