Conceptual

I've been to Manhattan, Brooklyn, and maybe Queens.

I'm not sure what any of that means.

My car is nice,

but I couldn't buy it twice.

I'm from the second;

things stop making sense.

The world isn't bigger than me,

it's much smaller you see.

There are children dying,

and men who cheat.

They both say I'm sweet.

I heard about what was happening.

Allegedly, while I was fattening.

Rape, famine, and war.

Need I say more?

I'm from the second;

it becomes to be about a bug.

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