Let’s all get up and go now
Running, stumbling, strolling, rolling, tripping, and folding underneath the city.
The underbelly is full of wondrous wastelands that make the naked mind go, “yum”.
Our eyes fattened with rum tears
Toxic with the fear of never dancing with the lady in seafoam green,
Singing freedom while her pussy carries connotative cancer.
Will you suck down on it even when you’re down on your luck and the ember begins to singe the nerves at the tips of your fingers?
Ofcourse we will, we’ve all got rum to drink and nightmares of loneliness to kill.
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