Take my hand, we're off to NeverNever Land.

16.4.08

cash money courtesy of the oligarchy

the same one thing that impressed,
that same one thing that turned us off
the mellon collie of it all, to be ever more so distant.
Sissy would've been upset if she knew.
Judgments will be reserved, while Hope
Renews on the premise of coincidence.
Prophets overnight we've become.
These skills, and
Tools, overnight, we gained.
The chaos of big bang enclosed in
4 walls of a head, fleeced by
Demeanour calmer than the eye of the
Storm, we will not,
be lazy teachers, ants prancing on the car.
someone's gotta do the job.
Office boys get paid to do their work, hence some
Work, any type of
Work, calls for work. Yes,
even Office Boy Work.
the mellon collie of it all.
of halos and hallows.
the knife underneath that fleece of a sheepskin of yours.
you forgot the berettas tucked comfortably under my coat.
but no, no mano a mano.
im a keep them rounds for a worthy soul.

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