All of the people in life, they're courting. They chase bosoms
and fondness and I hate to watch as they bend to pick up the waste.
All of the people in my life, they forgive me. They are patient
and feed me and I spoil for it as they kiss, grope, copulate.
I want to be immediate with everyone, as intimate as their courter.
I want to nestle, then eat a breakfast over our mutual anguish.
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