Lamentations of a Brazen Shitcunt

trying to strike a book deal

trying to avoid a crook deal

don't want to have to bend or kneel

but; i cannot pay up front

they don't know who i am

it's like we're running a two way scam

and like a hobo with a pram

i got a place for my shit

i've got a simple and cunning plan

to expose my literary sleight of hand

i know it sounds all rather grand

but it's not

i'm not going into hock for this

it's just a pint of camel piss

but i truly know that i would

every single letter that ever formed a word as a part of a sentence in a missive, tome or tablet ever

(deep breath in and hold...)

step away; back it up

avoid affray; pack it up

a gram today; wack it up

odds and favours; stack it up

stack it up

stack it up

stack it up

stack it up

pack it stack it jack it wack it

choice is an illusion

life is all about confusion

brain fell out and got a contusion

we just need that last solution

until then it just feeds a delusion

imagine having an eight hour long hallucination inside a kaleidoscope