5/19/2018 12:55AM
don\'t go sniffing
around old shit
it\'s buried
for a reason
the litter is bitter
in these sunburnt dinners
and the curly haired girls
always make my heart skitter
we\'re back to the lantern
and I\'ve lost more brain cells
to the old green bottles
the cars all died here
don\'t go sniffing around
fields of dead heads abound
there\'s live corpses on benches
and the 94 years won\'t end this
you can drink with fond tigers
and still not be like macguyver
there\'s so much more to me than my words
but you never needed them either
no don\'t be too kool aid
to tell jim jones to fuck off
he\'s a cheap suit jacket
and plucking fool\'s clothes off
squeezing a season for your sake
cult leaders and golf feeders
tend to always pull form their history
but it\'s never been a puzzle for my flock
to sell drop or burn my stock
like water through fingers
it makes me sicker
to think my hands forgot
but then
I\'ve lost so many
that I might end up alone in guyana