Back in the day we would head to the party scene
moon gleam house beam
lights blue red and green girls
on the attic level step to the wailing treble clef
big loose bouncing breasts arrest me, confess
see best on beer and L-S-D, and bets be clear, okay
ill let all twelve undress me but be careful down there
cause he gets testy! blear the beats and let the neighbors fear
that unless we, decide to waiver our attention span
toward the next beat, and onto the next street, and
unless I'm going home with this girlie,
we aint stopping earlier then early,
might as well join us cause the destination surly,
pack a bowl, steady soul condoles an ancient yearning,
line the cups, kiss the ball for good luck and throw it toward a stouty mush,
oh the line is getting heavy?
yeah well we don't really give a fuck,
I solemnly promise without your fancy strut,
cheer will bloom inside like you were a chia rug,
admit!
your only in my room to get a couple nugs
and as luck would have it
I need a few bucks to restock
the pbr and tomorrows lunch, swallow all that bitter stuff
persuading you your not enough
find a hobby, drug, ambition, mission, or a better stunt,
either way we know the way, three kegs and they pay, two more on Tuesday,
and that's the weeks beginning,
winning since the entire spectrum of education
is laced with potent living,
and at 21 receive a riveting rendition
of a tradition where modern man's young sits to listen, it goes
Manhood is now consisting of consistent pissing in arbitrary locations and wishing for a better vocation is just a persistent mind misfit curable with whatever's listed on the drug companies hit list. and listless, as you search for the mystic rest assured, your taxes cover big brothers attempt to kill your mind and craft another, perpetually preventing wonder and setting asunder your only true chance to satiate a primordial hunger. Until then enjoy the blunder, party hardy and always wear a rubber.
keep it up, mad flow!
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