I was drawn
monkey on my chin,
a balancing act
for the greater sin.
Make me tea
I'll fake a grin,
wallet worn pic
just ready to flip.
Big baritone man
he won't stop and sign,
his woman liked jazz
and she was rather fine.
Kerosene hands
are spread too wide,
he lashes out
even when he's dry.
Purple bruise stacks
he put upon herback,
he's been eyeing red lights
denying 3 am flights,
what it was...
a fuzzy buzz,
little beetle crawls
oh, it's a ladybug.
So I'm not control
you're made of clay
maybe our passion
burnt out miles away,
I can't think
cancer stick,
her green apple gloss
on the heels of his kicks.
I once warned
he can't mourn,
a grape soda twist
with a fizz drip slip
like shit,
it's all this;
someone better call the sheriff,
this man done flipped.
Badge shinned bliss
a silver bullet,
fuck your werewolf tricks
maybe kiss,
corpse sin.
Whether poor
or rich,
and too close,
but who's home?
It's been a fuzzy trip..
I'll draw an arrow
but I'm so slammed,
aim for the eyes
blam blam.
