Monday, August 31, 2015

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"Daddy's Not Dead" Lyrics

Empty ballparks
Lonely isles
Bitter goodbyes but I tell you
Daddy's not dead
Wrongful pulpits
In denial
Bitter goodbyes but I tell you
Daddy's not dead

Who dropped the seed that reached the sky?
Who knit the wings to stay me fly?
I've got your coat amd maybe your eyes
I don't really 'member but try
It's all so long but quick the days grew short
Soon the calendar lost to my packs of newports
feeling  lost without your reports and new words
I seek more but earn poor
A tit for the reborn
 
The leaves of trees whisper to me
No worry no cry
An inner peace seems iffy to me
Be sure you will die

Everybody that I ever loved I'll watch them go through doors in the sky
The day I get to see my homie and my papa is the same that
The porky will fly
They're the gone ones 
I'm the lost one
I ain't got guns so I'm sure to be the last one
Silly of me to think that something good would last for even a part of
My life and I bite the bullet cuz my heads giving me aches out of proportion 
An abortion would have shortened this torture but I guess that's more abnormal

So I sit back and relax
Try to put it at the back of my track
But I feel bad and the tears are back
Tearing my head apart like a demon on my back

It's a fact of life so I guess I'll just quit my whining
If you need me, you can find me in the

Empty ballparks
Lonely isles
Bitter goodbyes but I tell you
Daddy's not dead
Wrongful pulpits
In denial
Bitter goodbyes but I tell you
Daddy's not dead



Every day I look in the mirror
I see him in me if feel his tears I feel his fears I feel his love I know the roots I am the bud 
And though my petals shine at dawn
I feel the same cold death is coming on
So I jumped from the branches to seek a warmer land 
But the tree could no longer feed me so I died in the sand
And new petals grow once I'm gone on the tree
And they won't ever know that they were once me
They won't know my father or the people I loved
They'll be too busy with their life to even care who I was

So why should you give a fuck? Why should I quit taking puffs? Why should I care it's making my life faster? everyone I know will only die shortly after
And all their memories of me will be lost in the sea when their decomposing body gives life to a tree it's a cipher to me when they quite certainly say that we will all come back to earth, that's unlikely to me
But we'd all be happy to believe that we would someday meet the deceased it'd be a nice thought to think
That someday, as a new child, you won't be the lonely boy in the ballpark, you won't be that girl with no one to walk her down the isle you won't be someone who has to say these bitter goodbyes, and wont be someone who has to miss the chance to say goodbye

"Arthropod" Lyrics

Felo de se arthropod parsimony heart resolve
Dark enough to stay involved spheniscidae be my Farcical Copernican reduction of a certain end - and something that is pertinent to function - but back to former florid unction.
When at Aphrodite's bower I take notes while in the shower my non compos mentis hour is a self directed mythomanic remiss of an archetypal premise if my time machine was louder you'd excuse my lack of deftness 

Well, what do we have here, it's an introspective doubting Thomas
Cry coyote in a yasuo humanaka to be avowedly honest 
Corroded non conductive copper kinks the mutual powder of solace
But I'm still blind to know the need for this immediate annulment
 
So I'm back on my backpack the ghostbuster to be laughed at don't muster up a Baghdad imitation or prevaricate to savate 
I simply self delude to successfully extirpate my detriment
Helium instead of bequeathing of my backpacks Heaviness
To the dirt your God has made me from with gifted ubiquitous tendencies to ruin reduce to manure while still loving my enemies

Time share Suzy bishop loosely based on ambiguity 
Cleaning bits and pieces of
Presupposed Continuity 
Stockholder ms bishop furnish flakes of Perspicuity 
Still the arthropod inquire what it is this shit will do to me
What? you mean
Time share Suzy bishop loosely based on ambiguity 
Cleaning bits and pieces of
Presupposed Continuity 
Stockholder ms bishop furnish flakes of Perspicuity 
Still the arthropod inquire what it is this shit will do to me

"Er-Dai" Lyrics

(Every day of my life) 
I be looking for a mind
Will you listen to me rhyme
Are you gonna give me time
Do I got you feelin fine
Out a searchin and I find
Just a little peace of mind
I am just an outcast but still I am feelin fine
Yeah

All this resentment get ready for your attendance can't stop yourself from being here my attention to reflections
Tendency to think too hard did I take it too far?
All this resentment attending to my deflection and sending me better messages but can I hear the guitar?
The best of my pension was tending to blessings but better than nothing you ain't heard before
All this resentment maybe I want you offended
I'm not sure anymore
A gun that backfires is locked and ready to shoot
Like I was paying for damages on the things that I loot
Just get the weight off of my back but the real world poof
I would die if I were green abadee I'm fucking blue 
So much resentment and tendency to forget clues under my shoe
I'll admit I think about you

I be looking for a mind
Will you listen to me rhyme
Are you gonna give me time
Do I got you feelin fine
Out a searchin and I find
Just a little peace of mind
I am just an outcast but still I am feelin fine
Yeah

Indifference is different than not giving a fuck
Simplistic in my wisdom but I reconcile enough
Vindictive isn't business it's just not giving a fuck
Diction for the bitches is an iffy little puff
So much resentment I gotta vent it or be left with messages in bottles benzos and green with mottled purple surely I can't surface when I'm worthless 
I can't purge a word with surge uncertain
Hurt a curb and nervous person blur to her a perfect circuit 
Lie you can't hide it from the outside
I hide in wait from alpines 
Sky you can't find away to cower
Try I will find you in an hour
Why
Do I follow you in my mind? when the stalked becomes stalker it's just every single day of my life

"Garbage" Lyrics

Atavism Ash Wednesday 
Throwback fast off the Frankenstein of Fenway
Find me buried in the ashtray cuz they won't let me into Pompeii
Just another day,
They declare with the lava in the living room
I'll be there with you but not of my decision
Weave up the assigned swaddle with the given loom
Self assembled into mechanisms of incisions 

I take a day off and get a face full of cactus
Doctor pluck the quills and bill the boxspring off my mattress
All I wanted was a second to relax and still
I'm bound to the fact that shit happens
So I fix the flat tire, jump the lesabre with my hot wheels
The child hides inside of me and inquires how the pot feels
Mini figure parsimonious parliament counsel bout the trouble 
All his Legos stack to my head and back but still can't build a castle so 

he hides in an igloo
Waiting for the spring to come and melt away his issues
But sunshine has been slandered to persona of a pit bull
But it's simple cuz come April days the ice cube is a puddle nothing to do with society
(Sarcasm)
It's all about these chemicals inside of me
(Far fatched)
idols of the first commandment lie to me
(Star casted)
And you'll diss my cynicism listen everything's a joke it's not like I Try to be sarcastic
I just really don't like the kardashians
Amalgam of fake and Insentient
Lie to yourself with religious relentlessness
Until you reach the maximum top heaviness
And it's not that I'm a victim
I'm just the glitching cog up in the middle of the system
With a bathtub amplifier and a paper piston I can't find the forum for this horrid mellow wisdom

Late nights without an early warning of a premature morning
My hope is when you see me next I won't be a conformist 
Easier for us to walk the leisurely forest than to take this step outside the matrix left the basement and you'll see what I have told you


Notice I'm the only hippie in the sunlight
Step into the shadows only after they become light
Babies in the system my employment is a hush fight
Shushing me just pushes me to want to bust mics
And Bill Nye preaches to a locomotive
Waiting for a break from medication the doctor got me overdosing 
What's initiation to be a denim warrior?
 I guess I want my collar to the sky and give the hydrometeor less a portion
Perspiration to the bone under sunburn imitate Andromeda member structure 

Put your bestie in a centrifuge and separate the things that get to you when an introverted refugee infuse a tepid mood Telepathically with massive groove the tapioca sheeple recoil and have a heifer too
No way
This nozzle headset balcony is not something I'm in to
Waiting for spring to come and melt away my issues 
Well I can't stop the raining by complaining so I'm free
On the morrow eyes shall see a mellow master do your good deeds
And In the eve your bellows know the mellow Noah flood the street
And still you'll hear a fellow babble bitches while I'm just tryna eat!

"Orpheus" Lyrics

Cross a sea and shore for notorious 
Repeating history just the way the story goes
I'm An orifice's morpheus 
A modern spin on Orpheus 
If she salt then less inglorious I guess I just wasn't warned enough
Did I heed? No
Argiope float the long path as a ghost of my memory of greed oh
Desire to acquire those times that I need most
Satire of a knee float
I am the wingless lark of Darwinism 
Seek the hard road apparition
In my dreams an after vision
I suspect you are narcissistic
Projectile vile objectivities finer is a silo of vomit spew 
Cherry picking similarities from the ferry dandy or the submaRue 
 You'll congregate to conversations of moral obligations that an individual should do
You know exactly where a man can judge or give exoneration up until that person is you
True
And I'll admit I have a fear
Of projecting my insecurity on the ones that I hold dear
Hold me near
So I can never tell you
I don't ever wanna spell it out to tell the truth the starboard lost with port since x equals two new
Data on the equation might negate the initiality of salad fingers
If I start color matching with carrots I dare say I still love JalapeƱos 
Marjorie Stewart Baxter, you taste like sunshine dust
But a heckler uses laughter and waste like Combine busk 
The inspiration for the theme music was provided by Elise McKenna 
A condign confine supply my reach beseech forever 
Finding an obscure algorithm is tedious combine lust with lonely
Chainsaw to my main flaws don't care aw mine Saw tine dust is Homely

Not a lot of clocks have screeched since sleeping beauty has awoke
Although I'm eloquent She left the bed and me to stumble over a quote
Imaginations kiss has given wish and itch to gloat
So the answer was no before I even spoke


People people people you do not know me but I know you very well now let me tell you bout the feelings I've conformed up in my mind
Well I'll try
Lies, lies that your great great atavism told your parents parents
Advantageous to procreation in the world inherited from our ancestors 
Yes sir, happy wife happy life
Why? 
No one has noticed the harm when an Apple has a sty 
They just ask if Romeos alive
The Dogma of Dissimilarity surf the mosh pit mud while society tramples me 
Prodigious only in an individual cortex context God bless this object less entitity 
Deviation dementia dilemma the coca cola was not meant to be
but I've got a little phlegm in my esophagus Aesop fairy tale with a Cohen brothers ending well
Humpty fell, as such the Kings men cant put him together cuz the horses don't help much
Under hooves I loose the sense of touch
Nervous system of emotions Analogous 
Uncredited worth of a pallet's truss
Who the fuck thought of catalpa 


I'm sick of it all, sick of me shitting on mister and pa and not getting grip from piddling walk of not getting tips from the ignorant masses I wish I could see through your glasses but I'm much to bound to reality
I deal with facts  if it's artificial let it be
Malapropism blessing assessing the daily regressions with head full of fallacies
I just wish you could be proud of me 
For showing you how unsound your arguments be


A lot of time has passed since sleeping beauty has awoke
She left the bed and I'm here stumbling over a quote
Imaginations kiss has given wish and itch to gloat
So the answer was no before I even spoke

"Mellow Wisdom" Lyrics

Mellow flow brook and bubble Hubble know I look 
Sell em no hooks and humble subtle with a rook
Hell I know should I love rebuttals on the nook
I will go fore a print or picture that you took
Mellow flow look my stubble scuttle faster than my brain
Sell em no hooks are lovely shove them dirty  on your stape
Hell I know nooses I could love they diagnose insane
Mellow flow let em know hell is frozen so I change

And I ain't got no fucking rain dance explained simply with brain angst you basics are fate less and want to change the laws of physics realize it isn't simply given like a business plan or video pan ridiculous stamina to fill a nebula 

Just me, I keep it separate, Ted talks Vs religious seminars today Kevlar and Pedro tomorrow and pedal hard to Denmark when it's dark with fettered arms on handlebars and Jefferson went and bought purchased dark skinned arms and put them on a settlement put  pepper on for allergens their better off you bet they wrong 

And I call myself mellow but I get fucking pissed sometimes
I can't help but to explode on all you fucking dumb ass minds 

I am conscious and my rhymes are off the top of Kanjut sar
I'm a monster and my knife is wanted San Andreas 
See my posture and you'll find me peace as dalai lam 
But my thoughts are running wild been raging all along

Mellow flow brook and bubble Hubble know I look 
Sell em no hooks and humble subtle with a rook
Hell I know should I love rebuttals on the nook
I will go fore a print or picture that you took
Mellow flow look my stubble scuttle faster than my brain
Sell em no hooks are lovely shove them dirty  on your stape
Hell I know nooses I could love they diagnose insane
Mellow flow let em know hell is frozen so I change
It's not scary to me, take me with you
Rain
It's not very heavy let me lift you
Aim
Is your 'erry ready let me get through
Tame
Better let it be and don't buy a new one
Even if you loose none they'll still call you a sore looser 
Even if you loose nothing you can still sue somebody 
And that doesn't make much sense to me they find me
Old fashioned but I was fucking born in the 90's
So I take that as a compliment, every old fuck is on his shit
It's hard to give an honest dick when polishing a rock with shit
And the common denominator is a wish wish but swish swish you missed missed just isn't
I'm a walking dysphemism I got some position in this pick the dickest shit for spitting diss your bitch and make you listen
Rip the skin off every critic
Sew it on to every witness
Rip the stitches
You're now tuned to mellow wisdom

"Malice God" Lyrics

Step aside you frail hologram the truth is you're  an illusion I have your mere existence  by the backbone I'm a nuisance I have created you for the tasty liquid centers sheath away the swaddle to a vertebrae of wax
Deep inside you roosting is the microscopic mote of heat capacity it's what I'm after no strings attached
I haven't the slightest emotion for your colors, sides, and mass extinctions or the belief that I'm not sinister it doesn't bother me even in the slightest emotion is the flicker flame of diligence that I can hover round and huff the sound of teeming resonance
so
Waste away your former neural lapses for this slugger breaking in the seams of your reality the fallacy is only that a moment ever passed since the fruition of adaption it's been magic in the oxygen that consciousness imagines has an effect my gas prices
Nahh
You do you, and I'll sit back and reap the profits cuz
No matter the institution, consuming is the object

The public eye of pity can never fix facetious
But it can seal it up and hide away the stitches
I'm slightly benevolent but mostly malicious so I laugh away your woman with a pocket full of bitches
 
The moth escapes the pterodactyl nodule 
With it dragging peices of your little matter model
Climbing reluctantly out of a pit bull aphid hollow
To sell you a 5 dollar fix for this in a bottle
I know y'all have noticed at the focus but a motive of protection
 the ugly truth is too terrible for your relentless logic system
My job is easier when the clover gives you a lover or when the hidden magician gets the achievement for your body growing older

Your process is illusory hallucinate away my bitter side
It really wouldn't ruin me for you to see my ugly side
Lesson stupidity and you'll still wish to be alive
Still eat and drink and be merry carriers of exothermite processes that are illusory 
hallucinate away my bitter side
It really wouldn't ruin me for you to see my ugly side
Lesson stupidity and you'll still wish to be alive
Still eat and drink and be merry carriers of radiant ligh

"Average" Lyrics

Where's the horror in your story?
Tell me something real before you lose your head at 40
Catch me at a meal and I don't brag about my ramen
Find me fine dining I might whine about the caviar 
Why the prejudice of negative? I'm happy being sad
You can't take it away from me I won't take your Prozac 
Woke the lacquer in my atriums my throbbing chest will be the author of the depression compendium I tell them then I'm safe from em 

I cannot go from a bottom without a problem
Find my Shalom only Ollie with all the Ohana 
Town in a dome. am I homer fooled by a reflection? 
Back in my home I adjust my retina to better suit the repetition in a societal entitlement to be revelrous don't use me in your aliquot your testing is too delicate for the carbon heart throb in my mellow rib cage at this age I'm risking getting dizzy
Place a dirty simile and word it differently adjacent 
All my lyrics peer into the polar of elation
I hate it when I like my songs, 'cuz that's when I'm complacent
The second that I know my worth I can't make the songs I'm making 

So take the horror from my story
I'll tell you something real before I lose my head at 40
Catch me at a meal and I'll brag about my ramen
Whisper through my cash to tell you all about my problems

And I'll tell you I can't see the past 
But I'm a sack of shit if I can really relax in wicked pacifism cuz I see past the somatic boot of that position laughter to a cataclysm perhaps I'm missing fiction but I'd rather live with facts than catechism

I got the spinner and a killer hook fishing for a species that I wouldn't cook
Up the haunted house, I am a walking haunted human i sink my elongated canines and suck the marrow through my fingernails at the peak of an anxiety trip 
Do I really know the back of my hand as good as I claim 
I could be a reptile in a clever game
A delusion set to complicate my life alas it's never same 
I guess I've got a problem
A problem getting my problems solved
Maybe I could drop them off into my Resolve to absolve
And still get nothing from it 
Lucky if I walk away with salmonella 
I’ve got the frontal lobe to harvest still I ask the Shepard "how is this?" and never get an answer then get fired from a circus tent into the depths of hell and luncheon with satan

So much horror in a story
I'll be another human set to loose his head at 40
Depression is more peaceful than the myths from mouth of shaman 
That's why I continue to bitch and moan about my tiny problems

"Nicotine Warrior" Lyrics

Y’all know me I am the Nicotine warrior
It's lucky if I'd get Three of even four puffs
See you work and I'll get a ciga before ya 
I killed my foes so don't bitch at the Warriors

Nicotine warrior
Armor clad in wrapping papers
Nicotine warrior
Need a favor ask me later

Not like I'm a joke or something more
Colloquial non sequitur 
The outcasts in the alley smoking outside the restaurant door
Bet you can't tell me when life was simpler
Like we could go to being dinosaurs 
Bless the stress of this homosapien 
Loosing ground to a climate war
Stress is best in a homosapien
What have we got, just malicious intentions of coping gloating in position of success and showing chest of regression 
A clean slate only when the chalk has been painted over
So we got our cigarettes come join the nicotine warrior
Armour clad in wrapping papers
Nicotine warrior
Me clock in just ask me later

If I wanted to be minty I would chew a stick of gum
I chew the straw on the camels back red as my blood run
Stay alive when I've lost seven minutes seven million dum dum
Licks and spit is come in the morning I I hock lung scum
Before I light the cause aflame with butane and bic to help me
Like a flick of trigger finger and still try to eat healthy
The sequitur doesn't seem to register with this logic left brain
Or maybe he just doesn't care like a politician or reverend


Johnny Appleseed with hammer sticks and dandruff anarchists 
 And sandy armpits famine park fish in the sarcophagus
In the circus of recurrence 
Usurp the redundant perks of the perfect 
Learn Insurgence my smoke clouds are pearlescent 
Curb a philanthropist when my stress is Incessant 
Societies anti anxiety gene pool is recessive 
Just a second let me get my daily blessings
And I'm back at the work
Got no fucking sac so I backpack a carton and first jargon through my problems with Jarvis
With the cigar tarring my esophagus 
And it's still not enough
Surface area could increase if I really loved the beast 
With ashes and stuff
And bust the door and crash the peace party hardly a choice of what to eat
But I hope I'm never that guy at the 711 right behind you
Asking to buy a cigarette for a quarter of two
But still I fight for my rights to destroy my body if I want to
You've your vice and I have mine, rob ryner find a clue this dude is just a nicotine warrior  
Armour clad in wrapping papers
Need a favor ask me later

"Jackal" Lyrics


You can Culminate your bad intentions with an evil twist of superstition god forgives you in a vision but ill forgive you out of wisdom
Laughter in the aftershock from pitter patter jackal socks dandruff answers bitter hogs your sickle thoughts they piss me off
And loft oft talk walk is not as simple as the posh osh kosh lost 
The sawed off for naught wash brain disdain the lost arts  
Nahhhh
In the shorts of Pascal's wager I should wear the pants of do unto you
So I do since I don't have a maker ridiculous lies believed are untrue

Sick petunias In the wake of gifted baby boomers 
I could be an imposter in khakis but My sensory was sooner
Relieved than be deceived by leech and sheriff with a tuner  
With the tariff on my barracks of a motor tuned inducer 

Maybe I'm a Psychic, my high kicks on the ass of you and I click zeitgeist of high hopes in the era of a likeness of little tykes 
And Satan clause you're sure hes gone blahbiddy blabbidy blah blah blah
Presents in the present mind impossible to heavens high

You can culminate equivocations with a bitter form of gross relations
Saltpeter to lofty err possibly the naught be fair to one and two is dumb so fuck the sun and posse pairs ill not be there for assiduity I've never lucidly paid rocky fairs


I am the king of a rainy country, an atavism in the land of nod
I can't buy it I can't tell you I'm not a fraud
I am biased but I can tell you you won't find a god
Behind the lost pockets of psychic liars and whole hearted sharks 

Unadulterated arsenic on parsnip and parsley chips 
Heart has pumped and nothing dump on ruckus love the dusty lump
Pink giraffe eclipse the stack of bills and baggage this is
Something I've grown fond of being done with so I jump and cut the stump

"3/4" Lyrics

I’m a three four
On a seashore of
The box of what's done before 
Im the black sheep
Of the the family 
Playing piano no keyboard 
I'm no c chord
I'm a creek door
Anorexic thought to eat more
Hear you laughing 
But I'm happy
I really love to say these bleep words 


And I'm the outcast no Andre 
Sweet taste yall edamame  
A physicists anomaly 
You  Probably not findin me today
Dominating wish for a jay
Got me sitting cheeks for a day
Complicated beef to get plays
Does the horse lie with his nay?
 I think not 
My brain is absent from listening the principal called my mom
She simply explain that I'm fucking making a song
I bet you're wishing I would stick around for a couple minutes even one
But before the words come out your mouth
The old man is off to bed I'm gone

Thursday, August 27, 2015

"Money" Lyrics


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Money

Papers from a hater
Insufficient funds the pacifier of pendulums and found outright in the pabulum of saviors 

Metal from an alchemist 
Intermittent amperes pamper narcissistic behaviors predisposition to evolve keeps them from being down a ditch 

Plastic made of truffle oil
Synthesize a diamond from the carbon in your heart if there was ever one this is a luscious boil 

A tab from the indebted 
Borrow money from a crackhead with just one question:
"Cash or credit?"

If I were a rich man I'd be de be dum 
Gotta formulate a plan I've been needing one
Prisoner of this land and you see me run
Don't need wonder why Im the facetious one 

Are we trapped in a cycle sin of psychosomatic rifles with a nice Aladdin dream to sink the seekers of a lifeboat?
With a need to hire rivals
We get lost in our own mind an ego set to build a better thrill the current state of currency winos 
Oh my god no 
We've been Fooled by the night shows 
I loosen grippage from the bible and light A matchstick for survival with a gasoline reprisal with the after flash revival of when qualities were stifled and quantities were were normalized 

If I were a rich man I'd be de be dum 
Gotta formulate a plan I've been needing one
Prisoner of this land and you see me run
Just another captor of this grevious drug

Down with the federal reserve
Their product is the trust you put in debt notes in the deaf hope of a lateral return
But if you think it's coming you didn't read the asterisk of terms they own you and me and don't owe us savage needs or impractical epergne 

Watch the supercilious misanthropist concoct a stale conundrum
He consults his Petri dish for residual clinical abundance
Aliquots the particulars and separate them from the public
And spill brimstone in the form of tariffs onto less fortunate of subjects
I the acrid acumen spit an accurate admonition 
 Of a savage damnation domination from the bastards to retain your tactilism 
Mad revision 
Of the tallest side of saddle in the circus of an atavism a want to feel a validation
And consolation that the stocks in several nations will still pay for medication
But I feel it's time for assimilation
Babyfartsmcgeezacs set to release his space cash
The value of a dollar is only as high as we place that
Mwodn

"Experience" Lyrics

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"Experience"

It was a normal day, I lit a cigarillo counterfeiter and smoked the pain away
My album will be done soon
My lyrics woven florid into my chosen festoon
 I try to write intelligent so
 to inhibit the dumb down of generation
Look in dictionary you might happen past what you're looking for

Who's this rapping tapping at my chamber door?

{Ahh hello mellow Robinson is it?
I feel we have a problem, so I've come to pay you a visit
We're a government agency, paid by your taxes
We spend our time making the airwaves dumb enough for the masses
We can't give them music that will promote thought
Then we'd have informed population, that's not what we want
So yeah, I guess that's where the problem is at
To put it simply, your words are too complex and lax 
(Hey where you going)}
Fore they got to shaking tails licky split flat
I run through the kitchen and barge out the back
I take a wing gait out the terrace and down the promenade I made with induced retruding of muricated boscage and nomination of a stepping stone with loss of moss stain
I glance abaft amidst the task and spy the ignorant iconoclasts pursue my droit absquatulation in my mind I quote an observation:
"Every man for himself, and the devil takes the hindmost"
As I plan for myself the level steps to get the sign post in the grip of my digits to swing my mass up out the gorge  
I find myself on side of road I've never seen before
Left of me are businesses and I take haste
I don't look back I know I'm being chased


A passerby sends me censure in her glance of my avolation 
I still scurry swiftly but she thinks me contumacious  
Myself I ask an inner query: "why and what's the cause of this pursuit?"
I rationalize no answer while I'm jogging past the lube
I pass the petrol pumps parading a precarious personal pother prance
I Maraud the margins for a marvel maze or meadow aft a Manor or manse 
I find no hope my lungs exploding damn you nicotine
Pass alleyways and all are blocked by dumpsters fences in between
My legs stumble, and the men are on my back
Flash of light, all is black
Mellow Robinson