Urinal Cake Icing

Put me in a box and carry me to a hole.
Ranting and raving with the calm of a lunatic.
Sorting things out
Then piling things up.
So it doesn’t make sense to you.
Why do you assume I wanted it to?
Kill to cut back costs.
Portraits line walls;
One white man after another.
What’s not in your wallet?
I long to be insensitive to you,
As they have been to me.

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