Sitting here looking at all the world going by
With looks of friends and lost lovers limping
How weak our weekly memories can get
When we don't know who we are
Or who we seek
It makes me sick and angry
I curse and clash and yell and Drink.
And drink, and smoke until I can't breathe never no more'er
Will you be my new Neal Cassady?
Will you get his sing song king-orator flow just right?
So I don't have to listen to anyone else
Because I'll spit on their fake plastic empty love and o lord
How I sound like Salinger that reclusive little ****
I spit on this grave and grab-grasp desperately
For you
How I crave
Ya dig?
O yes how your two part name rolls running off
My loose, lucid, lucrative wet tongue
Aug 6, 2014
Aug 6, 2014 at 9:51 PM UTC
Sitting here looking at all the world going by
With looks of friends and lost lovers limping
How weak our weekly memories can get
When we don't know who we are
Or who we seek
It makes me sick and angry
I curse and clash and yell and Drink.
And drink, and smoke until I can't breathe never no more'er
Will you be my new Neal Cassady?
Will you get his sing song king-orator flow just right?
So I don't have to listen to anyone else
Because I'll spit on their fake plastic empty love and o lord
How I sound like Salinger that reclusive little ****
I spit on this grave and grab-grasp desperately
For you
How I crave
Ya dig?
O yes how your two part name rolls running off
My loose, lucid, lucrative wet tongue
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