I am, a meticulous man
Bedridden, exasperated
Bedridden, agitated
And there is no master plan
I am, a ridiculous man
Bedridden, violated
Bedridden, over-stated
And I have no master plans
No/master/plans
Stay in this fucking robe
And do not change a thing!
Stay in that fucking dress and I won’t
Fucking change a thing… I choke on (my) existence
I am, a vociferous man
Bedridden, and master-baited
Bedridden, annihilated
And there is no master plan
No/master/plan
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