My life has been lived in a pinball machine.
    Neon acid obstacles wreaking havoc on me.
    Beer, ****** and smokes kept me semi sane.
    Met Aphrodite naked at a party set me free.

    There's always another ball. Another chance.
    This time I'll make it better. Trust my luck.
    I know all the angles!It's in the bag.
    Ding, ding, ding. Into the dead zone. ****.

My **** is disobedient with a mind of it's own.
   The **** thing ****** hither and yon simultaneously
   all over the bathroom floor, not to even mention
   how many pickles I've been in. Marry me, it's hard!

   I want to rid myself of it's mischief but I'm enjoying
   the pleasure the little fellow brings me. Hallelujah!
   I seem to spend more and more time alone with it.
   Luckily the **** thing still works its magic. Amen.

Birthday cake's on fire.
I'd **** for some desire.
Blue pill's too risky
for me to get frisky.
Take matters in hand
make a flaccid stand.
Play out jammed gun
to die without a ***.

9th floor computer center we're drones
  chained to machines I met rebels like me.
Cold as hell constant noise telephones,
we refused to be owned by the enemy.
  We were rascals, thief's and honor bound
  Benny boo and break the speed of sound
  and pillage the robber candy machine.
  We night owls way was finally found.

Torn naked from her mud
9 month lease up too soon
born into a chaos of blood
inside a devil's full moon
shadows hide in themselves
life's dice forever roll
losses gathered on shelves
final tally in a burial hole.

Born in the fires of freedom
our founding fathers liberty.
Betrayed by Washington D.C.
burned to death in treachery.

Saturday night barn dance
banjos and fiddles romance
a forbidden hayloft chance
we birthed us in a trance.