People get ready to be swarmed,
Lady Gaga is my soul sister, I’ve
eaten the bony grits from the kiln,
wiped the smile from my face
and died willing. I can skin a gator,
stare down a fisher, and let a
panther going slow pass by. Direct
any inquiries to my consecrated estate,
to be administered by my capable
antecedents, and interested parties.
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