Poor Earth, center of my selfish self
I'm never callous
it's just mean pity
Would you spin around my finger
on your own
We all partake because we want you
dead, dear mother
𝑂ℎ, 𝑤𝑜𝑛’𝑡 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑦?
𝐶𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑟𝑒?
Heavens no: you’re stupid and I don’t like you
Although there is nothing better.