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letra de a dark - beans

surf’s up –
he wavy –
your fresh ain’t my fresh –
y’all got lil nas x –
i grew up on lord finesse –
her name was agnes –
nothing special about agnes or her appearance
a bashed –
she resembled a squash –
life is a pigeon –
that took a sh-t on her new prius –
and she just got her car washed –
the epitome of average – agnes –
average agnes –
the sad thing about being average – is that
everything about being percеived as
average is unappеaling to most people –
agnes was no exception – she craved to be –
looked up to from afar – like a star –
so bright the world could see –
alas – agnes hated the facts that that
would never be me –
agnes – never to exude happiness –
she perceived self-worth in correlation
w/ her social media amount of likes for
validation –
she would never contribute to the world to be –
unique onto herself nor instill others w/ envy –
that comes from the confidence of knowing that
she was the only one to which these qualities
she possessed –
that others would strive to find in themselves
something they saw in her to cherish to say
“d-mn, that agnes – so fresh!!!”
being in her presence – you could truly feel
blessed –
the acknowledgement of being just here –
agnes wanted to disappear –
agnes was a joke –
a misquote, an evaporation –
a hesitation –
an occupation of wasted time and a question
of why –
like being on the receiving end of listening to
rappers – regurgitating the same ole same ole
in they rhymes –
all lies – wave goodbye –
why that good sh-t be so hard to find? but seek
and you shall find –
in the private confides of her house –
she sat comfy as a lump on her living room couch –
doing what she always did every early
afternoon –
she would punish herself for being agnes –
by painfully pulling her hair out – bleed out –
the pull of her hair follicles forcibly from
her scalp –
was removed –
partially to relieve –
and punish herself –
because she couldn’t have steve –
every woman who ever breathed wanted steve –
steve carr cavalier who – didn’t have a care –
bob and weave steve –
hi-post he nosebleed –
agnes – antics – childish
infatuation –
tragic – toxic – it felt like love –
agnes was hooked on steve – fiending for his
affection like drugs –
all his life it seemed – that things were easy –
handed to him on a tray – steve was living the dream
steve appeared well-adjusted, reliable, polite, and
to his neighbors he was kind –
which – all – sums – up – steve –
or – so we believed –
a bachelor who volunteered his time to
service the community –
just last week, he helped out w/ the middle school
fundraiser to recruit sponsors to donate
funds to get new football equipment
because he saw –
kids as an investment in our future –
for a better world to live in –
he loved cats, all-around good guy steve –
too good to be believed –
all the ladies were wondering – whose soul
do i have to sell? what did they have
to do –
to f-ck a hunk of beefcake like you –
d-mn, shame how steve could be single
in this day and age –
was he a h–rder? a mama’s boy? or
disappointingly, was he g-y? – ladies
lining up in droves to volunteer for his g-y
therapy conversion –
well-proportioned slender and well-dressed –
steve had a face ladies would k!ll to sit on and
getting dug out by steve –
would be so dreamy and an event they would
relive and cherish forever –
he owned the local real estate agency
house hunting is where agnes first encountered
him –
and no-one in town –
had a bad thing to say about him –
so it was odd when his neighbors watched
from across the street as the police
arrived @ steve’s door in the early
afternoon – on the first week of june –
everyone was ready to clear away the cobwebs
of a rainy spring so it was the 1st bright
sunny day to remember –
the door was barricaded blocked off w/ police tape
when the ambulance arrived –
to all the neighbors’ surprise –
when the lady next door, ms. lacy peppard cogwell –
called the cops to complain –
about a funny, пweird smell coming from the
toolshed in steve’s backyard –
even before reaching out to the authorities –
she tried to reach steve –
directly for up to a week –
before she became too overwhelmed
by the reek –
the night before she called the police –
ms. cogwell thought she heard screaming for
help in the middle of the night during the
week –
but dismissed it as tv and went back to sleep –
but the next night – she thought she heard
the same distinct plea for help –
but thought again that it might be tv or a
figment of her imagination but the scent
gradually went from irritative to downright
pungent rather quickly –
she had no idea where the scent could be
emanating from originally –
for all she knew –
it might have been a rodent trapped that died
in a wall –
the horror that happened here –
had everyone so appalled –
to the shock of the neighborhood –
from the house –
the police carried out the body of steve –
w/ their camera phones out –
the neighbors stood in disbelief –
dead and stinking it was steve –
who’d want to hurt somebody like steve –
after the coroner drove away with his remains –
a young woman was being escorted out the
house by the two cops into a squad car –
her eyes darting back and forth squinting
to turn away – from the brightness of the day –
using her arm wrapped around a blanket
to shield the sun from her eyes
the young woman from under the blanket
was naked and looked a fright –
her torso matted w/ dried blood and caked
dirt unwashed –
gravely thin and would probably be better off –
if steve’s cat ate her corpse –
like a drunk surgeon –
steve severed her tits –
and hung ‘em on his fridge like magnets –
to the dismay of no status agnes –
agnes – in anguish – lovelorn – she still grieved –
over steve –
she just didn’t want to be here anymore –
she was a sandwich in an open window screaming
“eat me, eat me!!!” unworthy to be a leftover
an inedible so unbelievably forgettable –
the thought of another day continuing
the same way underwhelming predictability
of a routine w/o steve – was too hard to believe –
so she followed the coroner to the morgue –
agnes snuck into the morgue and waited –
and hid – she had to stay calm – it was hard –
she couldn’t breathe – she would finally –
be alone – w/ steve –
as the coroner left the room –
agnes was faced w/ his remains –
she quickly undressed –
soaked between her legs, she was wet –
agnes straddled steve’s lifeless corpse –
transitory is flesh and blood –
true enlightenment is love –
glands in her mouth produced saliva
in antic-p-tion –
agnes onto steve leaned back and lunged –
her mouth opened wide bearing down
w/ her incisors tearing off the flesh
of steve’s left cheek –
red meat –
excitement –
the blood pooled from her mouth as if
seethed –
agnes continued to feed –
no longer a memory –
steve will live on within me –
a part of me –
this is my declaration of everlasting love –
as i consume his flesh –
steve’s blood is my blood

- beans

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