Dedicated to nosy/preying people:
All eyes, ears and nose
Nosing in secret compartments,
Blinding passion to find
To prey open, to swallow,
To fill empty tummies
Never enough food
An eye for an eye
On brainless duty
Running out of fuel
In the empty desert of confusion.
Nosing in secret compartments,
Blinding passion to find
To prey open, to swallow,
To fill empty tummies
Never enough food
An eye for an eye
On brainless duty
Running out of fuel
In the empty desert of confusion.
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