You are awesome
You are awfully up or down
Shall we clutch?
Then it's a shy frown
And it's a shabby shame
I will wake the birds
They are barely screeching
It will be a screech indeed
Just a crazy race around the floor
Around the corner
Around the map I walk
Around the crowds
The only people those in rags
The screeching friends
A scintillation of the flesh
Yet they are rough
It's a crazy ******** picture:
The flying birds around the razor shimmer
A frisky fleece now shorn
******
The floating plumage of the sister
Everyone is rough
Altered by everybody else
Rocks and a crazy breeze around us
It's been sweet
Squabbled frowns off the floor
Singing around us
The screeching scintillating people
Singing apart
Then the false raising of a floating voice
The funny fools singing about the trash
The screech scattered around
It's faulty; it's obsolete.
It's gotten stupid
Got a burn but the gut's rubbed raw
Got stuffy but got strewn about
I got stuck but I got struck too late;
The scarlet satin about to be scattered
Got struck; got a bad character; got a bad grip
It's been strewn around us
Now the scenery is rough
Bins stinky with dismantled hearts
Swaggering in vain
Everything rubbed to a high shine
Everything to hide behind
But a stray smile but a hahaha
A bad story but a hahaha
A struggle but a stray cat
Sweet as usual
But a struggle / but stinky / but a hahaha
Array of ******* bins
Waiting collection
As birds swoop screeching
And pick at debris
And nibble on us.
May 12, 2017
May 12, 2017 at 6:25 PM UTC
You are awesome
You are awfully up or down
Shall we clutch?
Then it's a shy frown
And it's a shabby shame
I will wake the birds
They are barely screeching
It will be a screech indeed
Just a crazy race around the floor
Around the corner
Around the map I walk
Around the crowds
The only people those in rags
The screeching friends
A scintillation of the flesh
Yet they are rough
It's a crazy ******** picture:
The flying birds around the razor shimmer
A frisky fleece now shorn
******
The floating plumage of the sister
Everyone is rough
Altered by everybody else
Rocks and a crazy breeze around us
It's been sweet
Squabbled frowns off the floor
Singing around us
The screeching scintillating people
Singing apart
Then the false raising of a floating voice
The funny fools singing about the trash
The screech scattered around
It's faulty; it's obsolete.
It's gotten stupid
Got a burn but the gut's rubbed raw
Got stuffy but got strewn about
I got stuck but I got struck too late;
The scarlet satin about to be scattered
Got struck; got a bad character; got a bad grip
It's been strewn around us
Now the scenery is rough
Bins stinky with dismantled hearts
Swaggering in vain
Everything rubbed to a high shine
Everything to hide behind
But a stray smile but a hahaha
A bad story but a hahaha
A struggle but a stray cat
Sweet as usual
But a struggle / but stinky / but a hahaha
Array of ******* bins
Waiting collection
As birds swoop screeching
And pick at debris
And nibble on us.
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