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the boss sez: eat this here dirt

 

you gallop around in a soft daze, kickin’ up the rocks.

 

you set yr sights on something different.

 

you have this idea in yr head to kick the boss in the face, just like those rocks. mabye string him by the ankles, twisting him in silly circles as he giggles and begs for his life.

 

the boss sez: don’t you get all day-dreamy on me now!

 

reality suddenly shifts. no average turn of events could have led you to this point.

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some blemishes peirce

the retinal cornea

in a beautiful way

like a drunken fling

standing on rooftops

drifting softly

they play to only a certain crowd

in the middle of the highway

in the midst of new jersey

with tamborines clanging

my eyes do a shimmy shake

and reality pixelates

i am walking digital

doin’ my thang

no hope for the lost

can’t keep your details straight

can’t straighten out myself

you read a book

to forget.