So mercurial, you little tempest.
Is it the allocation of resources?
Not enough love to go around?
Can't help hating that piece of
you which you see in others.
And yet no one knows you hold on
to a heart of gold.
I've been to Bollywood
I've have deadwood
I crossed the ocean
to fart for gold
I've been in my mind,
Such a fine wine
That keeps me profusing
huge farts of gold
And I'm getting bold.
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