
How much a soul worth?
Well easy, we just say
a spirit worth a bag of M&M’s,
but when shipped from halfway ‘cross the world and in a foreign script,
that bag’s a little less,
easy to forget.
Age makes ’em stale, makes ’em trash.
A bag of blue-eyed M&M’s matters more,
but a bag of brown ones or a rainbow, less so.
(Well, say, this might go over your head, today
I’m tired
and blunt as a bullet,
can we just not do this anymore?)
Easy there, a spirit’s just a pack of M&M’s in a skin sack,
but obviously some M&M’s matter more to the rulebook,
only some M’s measure up,
yep,
that’s what a spirit’s worth,
got so many you can
eat ’em up like candy,
trade ’em in for money,
keep ’em iced
or melt them on your palm,
get all sticky,
nobody freaking cares
about the discourse
anymore,
tough doggie kisses
on a tough dog tongue
might show more choco love
than you do
(who do? You know
who do)
so whatchu have to say for yourself
in that case?
Easy, my spirit
is the equivalent
of a buffet
and it’d be such a tragedy
if it was taken.
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