Hand me downs worn by the trail followers
Yesterday's today hidden in a failed borrower.
Penny thoughts in the wishing well, set sail partner...
Instrumental thought process flip on a kick
Trapped in the snare, with the bass on the hook..
Sucker...pick your trip get erased from the book..
Say it with your chess, hitting straight on these rooks..
Pardon the poetry & bland nonsense..
Place the frame with it's grand concept.
Now gather the upper hand...progress..
Reiterate it harder beyond this blah shit.
Pop rocks tossed into some sort of sauce...sick..
It would make one very nauseous...
Stomach growling holding your pride hostage.
I'm going to fertilize an egg with my sausage..
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