a little bad breath around the eyes,
vacancy thinly yet over disguised,
your thinking clinical,
im mostly cynical,
the text wrap land mine,
take mine and take your time,
an agoraphobic little bunch,
a list of names that backtrack,
fried up pinto beans and mash,
a culturally bland but paying cash,
we've had our fun now we want it back,
turn over the tape before its too late,
and what your trusted economy can offer,
is everything im ever going to borrow,
and a gang of crash test dummies,
can lead us home to a little patch of sorrow,
screeching tires at me, burning fires to see,
water and smoke are not the only way,
you never even really owned a day,
nothing more i want, than to be,
than everything you are not,
and everything you never got,
geometrical irregularity mixed up with sincerity
over washed and subdued there dyed in to critical reviews,
judge, jury and execution, pickled in a saline solution,
baby needs elecution we need bloodless revolutions,
if delusions of persecutions are your only contentment,
live happy on your side of the wall, bricks of resentment,
present and correct, get a life there, with all respect,
everything will infect the ideals I dont have to reject,
I dont have to adhere to visions of a shared little mind,
you really are no pioneer in your blizzard, sadly lacking vision,
an advertising division is headed on a mission, clearly lacking wisdom,
oh boy, oh man, oh mate, hand around the collection plate,
head to your gopher state, pass along old waitlong street,
where all the tired faces meet, via acrobatic feats.
i suggest we back away to a back street lane, same old feeling again,
we could cheat and float down from the sky, ejection seats.
the scent of stewing meat floats on the air and on your clothes,
defeat and over deceit, out of business, keep your nose,
