Use Less Ness

Charitableness is akin to god's snake nest
A fare for someone else to pay in the past
For glorification's rampage 
Spill, oils, you would burn while we do

Asses, wells, plumbing: when a tree calls the forest
Who answers?
Under skin, folded reminders of every fire
That ever raked our souls

Give in exchange and lose even those 
Faded charcoals who might have been fuel
In another shady day
The sun doesn't mind if you fuck in its reflection

Copulations and coagulations trammel 
Across so-called tiny universes 
To undo the verses of the famous crocodiles 
And remind the people that teeth are accidents of bone

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