Some kind of scene this...
An urgent urge to get things in shape and an even stronger tide against it.
All's not lost ... like the alchemist said - "Look for the signs"...
This moment here, if its a "sign" of things to come I'd rather have the damn gold-turner eat his freakin' signs.
Purpose the damn P word keeps poppin' up every now 'n then-a goddamn milestone - a vestige. What bout these two legged freaks around me, dont't they get the P scare??? or are they so lost in their clammy selves that they don't know bout it.
Wish they had VISAs to get into this damn world - imagine a snotty bum sittin' in a womb askin' you "purpose of visit ?" ...i'd be glad to go "Duh" 'n get my ass kicked back to wherever apart from this damn place. I'd sure love to live to see a not too distant dystopian future 'n kick P at the damn teeth.
Now the tripe (Inspired by a certain dead air space)...
Burn your limbs ,airborne - ashborne
She sits on creaky springs 'n she's got a little trick up her scaly digits...
100 fables 'n more to come... my paradise... a painted scene...the smell of aged paper... my lost space
You're all i need... you're all i need... My shoe's got a lace... a sweat stain...
Clamor for rags ... riches are in place
The minute creaks - a dead hour - orbit"houry"
Little alley's got a corpse, the flashbulb's on its way
tripe's my gripe ...a night so ripe
A rhyme ... I rhyme - a mime past prime
Yea that does it... stretch a shtick a bit... n u got damn nooses coming your way
Here's Sinning out
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