Sometimes I Am Full Of Myself

We all have those itches we want to scratch
It doesn't make it right
That our mouths are full of ourselves
It doesn't matter that we are relieving an annoyance
Or satiating a hunger

What matters is inconsideration

When my needs are in front of yours

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We are at the time of Armageddon

I may have my beak in my feathers
Yet I refuse to die
For anyless than what I've have come to be
I made this journey
I have the courage of my integrity
I will not let it slip throught my fingers