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Stiff and straight and set. Never to move.
Claiming truth
truth true. And now claiming you.
Some want. Some want. Some want proof
pure.
Their end all’s to be sure.

But I like your question marks. I like
your exclamation points.
I like your choice of words and how those words
sounds with your voice.

I’m getting so damn tired of the same view.
It’s
all routine. Come clean. With everything absolute.
And then slowly slowly
slowly blank to bloom.
A stumbling bum consumed.

I like your question
marks. I like your exclamation points.
I like your choice of words and how
those words sounds with your voice.
I want you to be my Sunday’s rest.
I want
you to choose my Sunday’s best.

Well today they came with the pulleys and the cranes and
they carried my home away.
Took a hundred wheels and cables made of steel and
machines that looked like men.
Well I’m sorry to say I checked my pockets for
change, and I can’t make it out that way.
Got a need to tame and a back to
break. There’s just not enough hours in the day.

Got no time to play.
My
house is being dragged on down the highway.

Devouring the day-olds. Forgot
about the fresh that are ripe and rotting on the vine.
There’s this girl that
haunts my head, but I can’t afford to show her a good time.

Got no time to
play.
My house is being dragged on down the highway.

Told my doctor my head
seems off.
He said wrong doctor buddy. Pull those down and cough
I’m always
in the wrong place.
I need to start hittin’ em where they ain’t.