It's intimidating to look at other's accomplishments.
What a slug I am. Drooling down the pavement.
People must walk by and wonder how
I could possibly be around on these beautiful warm days?
Why isn't he (it) in his hole, chewing on fungus cud?
This world's too fast for him, people move in a blur.
Look at him, but oh god, don't touch.
Get some salt and some sunshine,
Make him shrivel away.
Let his vomit dehydrate,
Let his soul cake away.
It's his nature.
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