Just when we think we've changed for good,
we must now tilt the switchboards for evil.
Witness
that Alejandro, Fernando, Roberto disparage the fight
With self-restraint loaded and locked,
tension-stacked and divining harm's way, they're
armed to the teeth with blowing glances and a
slighted hand.
But for the greater good I beg,
calm your agonizers,
quell your aggravators,
delay your antithetics.
No sparring del mar will give
you what you want.
'Cause we all crawl in quicksand the same.
And, because I can't keep the emotions under cover, I'll ask-
Are we growing up,
or just down to fuck?
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