Im time, you a relic trapped in the land before
Im the addicts source, there with a hand out like companion stores
I control my business why don't you handle yours?
I'm who they hang mantles for you nitwit! you flaccid spore
My floors are soft. Complete with surrounding padded walls...
who could ask for more? am I too dang predictable
Boomerang through syllables through two lane intervals
Of stop & go seated individuals strapped to blue flame & chemicals
eating through the paint and that new frame good riddance, good byyyye..
I'm missing you already....that old poon tang scent in you
mmmmmmMmmm
__________________
.....laugh....and the world laughs with you
|