Close your eyes to ignite the heat
Hallucinations in shining sleet
Hipsters deep in sleep
******* with the Fleet
Makes them wanna ask God
Why.

Slow beats and worn out sheets
Filled with ******* and ******
Two men in the back
Making love in the shack
Makes your mommy say
no more

You're on a chart
In a field
Always the third wheel

Rhymes and structure
steps a galore
No ones a puncture
Unless you're a wash up on shore

A wonderful wasteland
Filled with blunts and fake tans
Screaming
God, don't make me today.

I am a simple mans ripple.