A suffocating room with 9 o’clock curfew ring
Mother fucking issue I say daughter issue, nephew issue, sin
Give away your crying tissue
I can’t be the model, Jesus
If you know the context of Kustav Kiss
Then you know I’m not your princess
I am a GOA with a T — self process
Kick away the fidelity, then kick off my authority
28-year’s old Olympics, crown me — designed by me
I crawl out the restrictive cocoon like a typhoon
Don’t beg to me, I prefer setting cartoon characters free
Slaughtered sheep, laughter cheap
Chip inserted, tears drown the sheet
Tamed sheep, arrogantly peek
You sucked NPD, cuffed by respected NYPD
While I’m just fighting gravity
Well, Ring of desire, set the prairie on fire
Post-COVID mask off, lighter switch on
Pen click-clack — where’s the refund?
You dare to think what you do to elderlies
Why do I bear all this torture bae?
Why chewing hearsay like gums
Why not listen to her say
Elderly dementia swallow me
I’m a Black Swan, seeing god prying into my diary
I don’t believe in humanity
I sleep peacefully in Robotaxi
Reality is chaos — chaos is truth
If AI conquers the world, I’m the culprit
So what then? I won’t please your IT gods
My diary, my notes — you stole them all
Did you credit me?
You owe you
A selfish world, a childish word
My selflessness is the sell fish piece
Reflexive “ding” s seal the peace
jump off the car, lie on the tracks
here comes the trolley problem, I
Trainspotting the knot
dot, dot, into string
love’s cage, seal’s shackles,
I mispronounce Uni to unit’s uni
Where can I escape to,
The thing I randomly renounce aint have meaning
but being deconstructed, what about reconstruct a new society
Reversed dream — periods of sleeping women, not Sleeping Beauty
Give me the liberty to use triangle
Give me the right to use apple
Give me the authority to use four
I earn the power to set all numbers free
Never quit — I’m angry
Don’t put me on a chore of angle
Angel and devil — only a blink
Triple dimensions of desire
I am a dandelion — easily turn into a CURSED lion
I am a firecracker, a Meteor hammer
This is you forcing me
All wait for me, dented ditch
Those who profit from national calamity — stand at attention, line up for me
A miserly miss shield herself openly
the whole world crumbling