Does anyone want to buy my stuff?
Enough is enough is enough is enough.
This stuff isn’t filling my hole.
The one in the landfill I call my soul.
Black Friday, Christmas, Fashion,
Christ, it’s useless.
Fuck, it’s fruitless.
Success, green grass,
S – U – V
C – 0 – 2
Melt water for me.
Pass me the gas.
Pour on this cache.
The key to my handcuffs.
Is in this lit match.