[Mr. J]

Bruh I suffer from obesity, a bad case of diarrhea & migraines.
the ideas I raise of the streets I bleed with a heater on the highway.
collisions by the minute, it seems to me since the whole time change
I jumped back into theory delivering serum to the permitted, I say...
all gather & listen close, forget the algorithms, its an admitted hoax.
so before you give a toast check where ignorance grows in littered folks.
inbred Lynard Skynard individuals who wear their mini kitten cloaks.
dance on the sand of their salty slobber & their dirt ridden clothes...
look upon them & place the spotlight on how they do not alter..
they do not counter, do not assault a man without reason is a fault or...
is it progression? is this what we called for? an answer, an obsession.
a misquoted exemption that if further investigated could become the question.
of whats next? allow the hysterics & civil unrest.. allow no further questions.
the script is upset but they arent just lyrics one says...what is the question?
many to be had...carry on, my arm becomes numb due to the penicillin.
God bless the ceiling, that disgusting color has always been appealing...
the masks uncovered, as I wait...I carry it with my thought & the pen Im wielding.
pull it out, the interjection has been interesting but thats just what goes on.
neutrons, photons, the flash of insecurity covered by the hand that holds on.
operation must be carried out immediately before the whole shows on.
curtains rose like currents that flow on into the distance beyond post op.
humility is a welcome feeling but it soon sinks in that the vision is a success.
one glimpse didnt impress just imagine how giddy one is getting from the mess.
medicated Michelangelo with a scalpel, a handle placed high on the mantle.
the scramble thats rambled whenever given too much to put to a candle.
Sun get real in here Im just going bananas with the hokey poke.
now that you know the okey doke get pressed on & told good bye like odey os