Don't have a clue.
Don't have a clue?
They live in dive bars
and take shots of
Karkov, eyes glued
to the radio
hanging in the corner
laughing with the cracked
peanut shells on the floor
They will slaughter you
with analogies likening
Moby **** to the bruised banana
they ate prior to
their last reading
They sleep in dumpster fires
and digest the
nature of rotten cheese
Under some circumstances
they play fetch with bones
thrown by big government
just to see how many
splinters get stuck in
the roof of their mouth
Proceed to shout
"don't ask about my thoughts
on politics and government
don't ask about my thoughts
on politics and government
don't ask about my thoughts
on politics and government"
They hate politics and
would rather
cry into a red wheelbarrow
glazed with gasoline
on top of Lady Liberty's torch
and let their tears
set the world ablaze.
Jun 9, 2017
Jun 9, 2017 at 11:16 AM UTC
Don't have a clue.
Don't have a clue?
They live in dive bars
and take shots of
Karkov, eyes glued
to the radio
hanging in the corner
laughing with the cracked
peanut shells on the floor
They will slaughter you
with analogies likening
Moby **** to the bruised banana
they ate prior to
their last reading
They sleep in dumpster fires
and digest the
nature of rotten cheese
Under some circumstances
they play fetch with bones
thrown by big government
just to see how many
splinters get stuck in
the roof of their mouth
Proceed to shout
"don't ask about my thoughts
on politics and government
don't ask about my thoughts
on politics and government
don't ask about my thoughts
on politics and government"
They hate politics and
would rather
cry into a red wheelbarrow
glazed with gasoline
on top of Lady Liberty's torch
and let their tears
set the world ablaze.
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