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Myself ofcourse... or themselves depending on who you ask...

You do not disappoint.

Here is your prize.

My cock, my pussy, my tits, oh my mouth.

The pleasure from sniffing my armpits throughout.

The sounds of my body, the sounds of decay.

Such rupture stemming from my developmental delay.

I can not rest, I can not awake.

Take me sleepless, so real and so fake.

Some will scorn me and some will praise.

I'm here for my flavor, awaiting my day.

Your rhymes are benign, You're no poet and you know it

You're lame, just the same, you're no exception and you show it

You're just another self loving narc in this tank full of shark.

for is not a poets greatest love, that of his own creation?

Nah, self amusement is not a sure sign of self aggrandization, though it might be correlated.

I simply wanted to see your reaction, since you jumped in as the first with an irrelevant answer.

Sharks?

Pfft...

More like meat for the grinder.

And don't bother responding to this. You'll just exhaust yourself in the net.

Warm, but still a bit cold.

is angel wing

and is demon horn

but truly all that is want is acorn

is passion of love

and passion of hate

but acorn is god because acorn is great

some come to laugh

and others to cry

with acorn you always fly high in the sky

is power of boy

and power of girl

none can match acorn power of squirrel

Oh well, I guess I have to cede the topic to your mastery of acorn spinning talents then.

So be it.

May you live high up the trees, grow fat and chase away any pesky competition.

All hail the acorn.

For me it's to a point where I can take a bullet for someone, and one can still debate how I've done this for myself.

We do care for ourselves, to obsesses over the self, is to make the most of whatever we've geared ourselves toward. As we all are, it's inescapable.

Well, isn't self-definition quite the challenge in here?

Frothing at their mouths,

The empty ones chased me away.

With tears in their eyes,

The fulfilled ones fared me well.

Here do I dwell now with words that linger,

upon a sea of shifting seemings.

Perhaps if a wave rose me to the highest cliff,

I would stay there an be cleansed.