On the floor again?
Sinking in the flood?
Rain shits on my face
I’m so cool
Oh dad, yell at me some more
Go cut a baseball in half with a butcher knife
Skin that cool cat at the club
Savor the remedy
Say you more?
Nay, worry worry worry street
Incandescent fluidity of thinking too hard
Like the elephants and their dead young
Sad story, bitch, but hit me again
And the bills come down
The parks and recreation district won’t be happy about this one
Time in time in a spiral so locked the forceps and crowbar can’t crack it
In, in, in
Hate, but forget about it
Bitch, this sad thing, it is the bitch
I’m all erased and stuff
All crap all crap in this scene is dust
I inhale the library fumes and have lucid dreams of nother world
So slap me!
I’m in the midst of the murderers
Don’t say they haven’t rubbed off on me
Nature doesn’t play dice
Just genotype them and lock up the loafers
All soft, grand nuance in sternum ocular victual
Painting says to me, “Forget about her feet, breasts, and hair”
Due time, overworked overloaded dancing