[Mitch]

I spit an aadvark,
quick with the telepathy, pistol pumpin barbed wire,
mind metallic thinking i run, steal, i a die'n one,
feel like a curving surface furnished in the fires
of hell, wired to bells, so i can tell when the temperature rises.
Cellar door swelling like the decibal level inside ya,
sell a buyer to borrow time from,
or burrow, bide and burn the midnight lamp