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Oh baby you make me feel alive
N Dead at the same time
Like Life is but a rhyme
N I’m penning a story
From purgatory
By hand
No eraser
By whiskey
No chaser
By God
Or laser
Aiming at a blazer
The pocket on the breast
What happens next is anyone’s guess
But I know what’s in the barrel
Pass the test of The Christmas Carol
Show me that 6th sense
A ghost from the past tense
Showed you a future
It required a suture
Necessitated a tutor
I’m always a present
Even when you guessed it
Or unexpected
Neglected or elected
Amun Ra like
Our passage in boats late at night
Hieroglyphics I write
Graffiti E
On all these walls
Lucid dream halls
He’d steal the nickels off a dead man’s eyes
Then say, “they say you can’t take it wit cha”
He told no lies
‘cept every other time
And what he wouldn’t do for a dime or a piece a pyrite
Klondike-oh-My
caught a contact high
It’s the thrill
Even when it’s no chill
I like to see it melt
Messy get it all over myself
If I gotta come in seconds make it sloppy
I put the cherry on the toppy
Anyway
Water choppy
I’m his mayday
Had my cape on anyway
Can’t waste the outfit
Cuz I can’t take it wit me
Need an outlet
To charge me up before I get old and forget
Moon River are we there yet?
At least I feel alive
(Stereo Driver by Q in the earphones)
