NETCEES CYPHER THREAD

[Mr. J]

Wear a cape, tear away your arm hair & fearless face
call ya mom about where to stay, down at the old sheriffs cage.
bring a bear a grape, a pair of shakes, writers & the weirdest names.
share the stage to the point the stage begins to tear away.
wherever their merit lays is apparently in their apparent rage.
more stairs to gain, more steps to gather, more reason to share this place.
more like Cher this place with their ass hanging out, embarrassed, gay.
I doubt it is an outlet to complain about ones outfit.
at least before you douse it in gasoline & leave the ground lit.
paint a picture, frame it, laminate it, and then ask the nameless.
does this look crooked, I took it from a group of half assed assailants
dang it, darn it, damn it, Im harmless Im fameless, Im armless.
Im pardoned, I burped, I farted, I just turned off the Departed.
puffing on Gods Gift while digging through the back of my subconscious.
deliberating all this, anonymous phone calls straight from the garden.
pick apart friends & make wish to escape their studio apartments.
Im waterlogging over those who are waterdogging...
or am I waterdogging while everyone experiences waterlogging
a wad of propping rolled up into a lot of talking.
a plot to walk in, or a crypt with the thought that Gods in.
something something, I see someone at the bottom of the page....watching