Fisting that Question Box
 

Self control, I no longer have none
my hearts a maze, my mind is a labyrinth
wash, lather. meet where the hands rinsed
if it happens, it happens, murderer at random.
Drago fandom. let the hands rush in...
make a tourniquet, let the rubberbands touch him
you can say this is where the hit man comes in
sharpshooter, bar ruler, put the O in heart
fall from the sky & break the bones apart
puppetry, blue blazer to help rope this art
harm that even sticks & stones won't alarm
your verbiage hetero on a frozen ark
the weight alone would put you in Atlantis
reiterate Jules Verne through your actions
running rampant through home security branches
shaking family tree's & all of that other wack shit
I'm gigantic, Johnny Cash the belt of Orion
the galaxy, the pussy, this is SO SURPRISING!
low key, stash box between that old alignment
I'm on my swerve now...sorry...my old soul was in hiding...