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letra de curmudgeon (the readings) - adamant caveat

jimminy himminy, shim shimmy shimmy wa
the scribbling tripling words this pen is dribbling t-tillate
little beaks nibble me
juicey beatle, beatle juice
the the the the beats. i bang on trash cans and street lights, alike
i light the light
sit tight. do not adjust your heads position
ray’s i’m dishin’ in your distant corners memories embellish me with the treat of corneas i’ve been relishing
devilishly revelling
nettings big. i catch all of the big fish
they’re always getting bigger and getting jiggy with it
pivot, turn, pi, pivot, pivot, turn
my minds got bright light, and its might might breathe right, if it ignites and burns
my sideburns burn vern
now, now. live and learn

levitate, levitate, leveh…wait, level 8?
but where’s cloud nine?
help me river spirit, deliver me a line.
aline with the devil, and dance with his dreams
but when he’s getting closer, let go those petty things
ready? bring it, sing it. think it, do it. make it, say it
pray it won’t grow stronger
i’ll never sing along to the creaking of the pressure on the structure of those bridges that are burning
with entirety of sides that bleed, you once had chosen
once had picked
makes me sick
it’s a game of course, but it’s not about the teams
it might just be a scrimmage though, so go fill your canteen
you absent minded fodder plotter
think about our sons and daughters
the ink is overflowing blotters
pick up the pen, write down your wrongs, write down your sorry’s, now move along

i’m bound to be here, i’m bound to be heard
i’m down to be absolutely absurd
i’m bound to the floor. i’m trying to be pure
i’m down writing words down here

ready your weapons
lo, behold i’m nonsensical, but i know that we hold fast
the hand of my death is cold, but so is just growing old
let it go, it’s just more past

messages, messages, p-ssages from a never ending book
never ending hooks on never ending fish tales
i get down, when i’m down, i inhale then exhale it real real appealingly
the never ending sorrys
stories of buildings that tilted real slowly, then fell down, them became holy
the mole people go breech holes underground
in the future sound of drilling i’m living underground with the moles
danger, danger, harvey
sorry, startled shortly after worried star fleets sparred me
cart me off to the piles of the dead
drop me off. i’m just a body and a head
no need allot me with the privilege of one last trip to the potty
i was trained well and it was the first success that got me
that, and lost t–th
now it’s gonna cost me
just like the readings taught me

- adamant caveat

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