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If the readers were astute,
they would incarcerate their hands.
We are not a pantomime.
People can still use their hearts.
Being famous ain't a crime.
Just keep the ass before the cart!
Hormone soup is ankle-deep,
those plastic grins turn to ice.
Smile to try to fight the sleep,
the maze is lost in all the mice.
Smile and make us think you love,
bring us herbs and tumbleweed.
Make us shame our only loves,
and lick our flesh to taste our needs.
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The only clean mothafucka is Hollywood! Got some change for a brotha from anotha motha? Let me know how the real deal gets a feel, y'all.
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