There’s No Theme

Try and just do it. See into Nike, Mike
Raise your standards, even rice swells with beans.
Eat your steps, eat your love, eat principles
Don’t ever grow wings as though you’re cockroach.
Be nosy and flawless, be Fanta water
Hear these hieroglyphs, listen to its Egyptian blood.
Be shiny but do not forget you’re Vaseline.
I wish you were longer in Ass like December.
Hurry your grit, you’re such a diamond
If you want to know weakness, study Mercury

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