Mister/mister
i have slipped sideways/find meay..
im drifting somewhere outside reality/slightly
no hyphen or hype man can piece me together through this cypher
im long gone.. gone girl still biting the air in my diaper
like why sir - yes sir
can i have some more
certainty at all cost while sharpening my costners crayon
the days gone where the day breaks
maybe thats where my pays gone
so much for subtlety im out gack prayers spun
on a web to complex to undress with one air raid song
or sonnet
vomit in my honest i am
the morning dew taste like doo doo but im still alive
riding the storm and the grease lightning through and through
so i ask whats your excuse still sipping on me tequila as a brew.. brutal truth