In the morning i stretch, yawn and reflect On the lucid illusions i saw as i slept, like Plumes of pollution that pour from the depths Of this beautiful fusion of cause and effect, like Man hits face, and face hits floor Act this waste, and stay this poor Smack fist, brace for the traipse in store Tryna hack this chain with a makeshift saw As the days bring war Poor little loon on a slaveship Moored to an orbiting moon On the rainkid[?] shores of a haunted lagoon Where the stray pigs squawk an inaudible tune Gormless buffoon Eyes in a copper cup Swapping them for pints with the flies at the dog and duck Bottoms up Call time then im mopping up lies Like a drop of blood sliced from a rotten gut My what a spot of luck The drizzlers cease Ill be chilling as the winds bring the blistering heat Sizzling the innards of the lizards and sheep That wriggle in the inner limits of a city of freaks A mythical beast Like the skunkeyed botanist Looking for a knife i can cut my losses with Sundried promises stunk like rotten fish Tonguetied, hopping this crumbsized monolith Straight shaking, like a skag fiend Fondling the face of his pagethree vaccine Face these bad dreams, make tea, chat breeze Jam lean, chained to an HD flatscreen Traipse these backstreets lightly I boot through blue goo This is what my psyches reduced to You see as i see and i see as you do Do you, ill do me, slimy as puke stew
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