You love me, even if my body’s laughable.
Even if my body’s break tends to make this awful spraying sound.
You love me, even if my humor’s angry.
Even if I am an only son, the chosen one to soak up your support.
You love me, even if I am a fool for you.
Even if I love to fight, and tonight, well I have made such funny plans.
You love me, even if we have been here before,
laid out leaking on the bathroom floor, leaking anything but like.
You love me, and I wish you would get smarter soon.
Oh, I wish you’d poison every room, so I could take my perfect form.

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