3, 2, 0
thatta botta tha timers
ring ring, irish no debt lining
quixotic reproahed on duty
leavened bread, sourdough, out of gas, gotta low

laid back, no bigge no fronts
take to a towel, can't call me, harlem have brunch

rose no snowflakes in ventura, practice sums of santeria

waits a minute ago
ace and his men bend that bow
irish in line for a promo
qualificator's round out
the this and that, blow.    AGENT
somebody smell cajun. i said a news AGENT
somewheres or about 20 minutes of FLOW

hands ten deep like richie sambora
knowing double of mine
ten colors, cain't resemble that sign
smick smacks double click and call her back
she a heathen nest in distress
doubles the vest
notes and promises up a dove
still bottoms drop handle a smug, shotters
and dream hall and er thata scream
outside below stairs at me gotta blow
pop kart wheels rustice man do joes
glovered black kiwi newtons
too many companies ago

since i seen't you

REMARK aint letting youngsters suckle the .......

make it about ktla grab me a butler's apprentice
megan henderson the co dependents

to have been the war in love
an exposed lie, canceling less goodbye
while i own the pain, sprinkles of ashes
ashes of body, work and artistry

the goddess does not to betray
her witness
her anklets
he adorns
in challenge, relent

and god's dying apologies
beside her decay

a thousand decrepit reasons
to chase the noxious sunshines
filling window with less seasons

I used to be Bruno Mars, you can COUNT ON ME
I used to be Ed Sheeran who'll be there 'til we're 70
I was Avril Lavigne who said I LOVE YOU
But not All Time Low, I ain't MISSING YOU

I'm Against the Current, burning a little BRIGHTER
Like Bleachers, I WANNA GET BETTER
Like Big Time Rush, I'm HALFWAY THERE
Like Taylor Swift, WE ARE NEVER EVER GETTING BACK TOGETHER