Sun gasm.
Some ashes
And some alize Hennessy
Makes magic
**** passion
Tugeye rugged stud with plastic
Paper making kites
Flying through traffic
Like prison communication
And radio static...
Imbuned with human immaculate
Like answers to
Match it....
Marilyn manson...
Tear at the fabric....
Misjudged in your image
I'm aware of the tactics
Celebrity fashion...
The ego of damaged...
We go.. slam off this canyon...
And ram into Odin...
Oh know than...
Don't panic just break out
The stash of the banook...
Dancing with astro
Make. With heavy foot
Planted in gas foot...
Like **** it our grass roots...
Sad its bad. And
We understand you....
There's a devide in the class room
While the school
Labels miss hashtules class room
A waste case of **** straps
Entitled brats who
Spew gas fumes...
After they exit the classroom
When the school district...
Makes more mistakes...
Than Freddy Krueger...
Evading insomniac hotel
Wifi password. Is
Going to pass soon....
We need gas like a bad mood....
I know its your land dude...
But starving us out...
Aint the answer...
If i was there I would ask you...
But I suppose it's just my view...
A welders seed...
And a thought of unity in the class room...
Overall I hate bitumen...
But better men...
Will eventually raise science
To new levels....
Like the waves and the bad moon.