Butcher Smoked Pork Chop Plate

Nature versus nuture my eyes are a blur
Maybe if you fuck me again I'll play twice as nice
My smell is that of nature burnt thru my fucking skin
My ears bleeding with the toxicity of the lies you're fucking spewing
The moss I've collected comes in colors if you're quiet you can see
But I'll slap you down faster than the man from Galleé
But my cunt has the thirst of a thousand harpies descending upon the mild
Stained bitter glass broken and shattered like your soul
Maybe if you weren't such a philosopher we could've been whole.