Gross is the "thing" that Has wormed it's way in To this world, our humanity Invading our sanity... Gross is what I see On the flat-screen T.V. When most all you can view Stinks of petrified poo. Gross are the thoughts That beget insecureness... From matters that be In this world not so free. Gross is the word That sums it all up! As nothing makes sense While we "lap" it all up All the hype All the lies These ridiculous things-- Like the selfish endeavors Of past queens and kings... "Grossness" abounds! It's all around! And no solution Can be found.Birth sign: Pisces
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