the electric prickle of awkward instance pierces my
skin with tiny dragons teeth and circumstance rains down on my head as bags of hammers I stand embarrassed before the blank
ignorance of my judges I’m
speechless at their presumption
I am an innocent man the crimes I am
charged with were acts of love
they say that I’m a user and a lowlife dog but I’m just wild that’s all
so don’t take my drinking hand that’s all I got left
I’m pillared salt and oxy rush you have to look within to see where you been spastic colon and diarrhea mouth
my jury has been selected from jelly mountains my fate is sealed before the judges of
certainty in apocalypto jackboots I’ve been a naughty boy and ought to be locked up with all the other glorious bindlestiffs who
dared to live a little but love is the law the law is love for us down below and them up above
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