Duds

Coward kingly with his ketchup It doesn’t matter it’s only fake blood Destroy our thinking, it’s just painful Stop people walking You won’t take our words from us Quell our flavour, our foods too good… Extinguish our fragrance, your smell’s gone rotten Our lightness illegal… Nylon versus cotton?! What’s the matter? Scared to - Look in the mirror? Touch? Weightless, faceless, nothing but duds Weightless, faceless, nothing but duds…

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