The thread where we talk in beat poetry
Life is a squirt, how now wow
Mad made for lemonade, manmade seranade
I've got a thing and you've got a thing, the kind of music that makes babies and bakes maybes
And the pounding, POUNDING, sharp blooded pressure, always just behind the eyes 'cause that's where the guy lives that decides how much courage you're allowed to have
Get your shovel and DIG IT, 'cause I forgot where I buried it
that little bone that makes my head less greasy
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