||where are you?||

as I go on to convince you of all things good men,
you live in denial of concotion blood and decoction semen.

from whens arises my spirit, my truth,
a brothel or half or just a virtual kissing booth.

does it irk you to say you want not?
does it perk you to say you do?
if we're all meant to be intermittent,
might aswell just scoo'be, do, be, do.

||where are you?||