I have anchors at the bottoms of my feet

Injuries accrued with

the slurring of words.

If eyes could kill,

then my soul is set to rot

From the look you sliced my way,

Thanks a fucking lot!

Speed your intentions out in to the Omniverse

I’ll spit my heart here on this verse.

“What are We going to do with You?”

They click their tongues to say.

I whistler the secret and laugh while they cried

With all the love no one makes it out alive.

Death is that loaded gun

that shatters your realities of intrepid fun.

So… let go! Get Spun,  melt your metal

Valentin, this is war!

it’s not about quantity

it’s quality Divine.

So cash in that corny line,

drop a dime on another,

perhaps a sister or a brother.

If a stranger wonders by look with a third eye,

act with good intentions.

Impossible for fou and thee to comprehend complexities.

Ant in a tree trying to order Chinese.

Not Relevant! Not Relevant!

Well, I want a baby elephant

In unseen dimensions of grander invention…

Are you starting to doubt my moralistic accreditation?

I’m part of a diverting nation,

Starbellie Sneetches and Welfare Conventions.

Time for an Intervention.

 

 

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