You can't even comprehend or understand
the completion I feel when you lend a helping hand
I'm a man who doesn't plan out spans of time
shit gets out, and then the fan keeps going on the same rhyme
out of control, with modular analogue robots
speaking in gibberish, but clearly understandable lines and dots
I be spotting every scroll of my flowcharts
eating stale ass frozen egg rolls and pop tarts
designed mainly by aliens in the shopping cart
You know, the one you picked up at walmart!?
Special thanks to experienced writers who gave me well needed direction: @
Sharp Nine @
The Mind Assassin