Fire
And I ask myself, did I fall from grace?And I look around meand I realizeThere is none to be had here.I must
Rambling
Fertile Mind
If you were to ask about the shits I giveThere wouldn’t be enough for a fly to liveNot a molecule of the
Nom
The gingerbread man lost his arm in nomNow he’s on line fucking everybody’s mom You can’t spell Boomer without “Me”And environmental catastropheSqueezed
I remember
I remember a bully that was a frenemyWhen we wasn’t fighting he would talk to meThe things he said had sense of
Hallucinate
The words you say create images in my head until I hallucinate about the things you’ve saidFlesh vibrating regularly from the wind