In the morning i stretch, yawn and reflect
On the lucid illusions i saw as i slept, like
Plumes of pollution that pour from the depths
Of this beautiful fusion of cause and effect, like
Man hits face, and face hits floor
Act this waste, and stay this poor
Smack fist, brace for the traipse in store
Tryna hack this chain with a make-shift saw
As the days bring war
Poor little loon on a slave-ship
Moored to an orbiting moon
On the rain-kid[?] shores of a haunted lagoon
Where the stray pigs squawk an inaudible tune
Gormless buffoon
Eyes in a copper cup
Swapping them for pints with the flies at the dog and duck
Bottom's up
Call time then i'm mopping up lies
Like a drop of blood sliced from a rotten gut
My what a spot of luck
The drizzlers cease
I'll be chilling as the winds bring the blistering heat
Sizzling the innards of the lizards and sheep
That wriggle in the inner limits of a city of freaks
A mythical beast
Like the skunk-eyed botanist
Looking for a knife i can cut my losses with
Sun-dried promises stunk like rotten fish
Tongue-tied, hopping this crumb-sized monolith
Straight shaking, like a skag fiend
Fondling the face of his page-three vaccine
Face these bad dreams, make tea, chat breeze
Jam lean, chained to an HD flatscreen
Traipse these backstreets lightly
I boot through blue goo
This is what my psyche's reduced to
You see as i see and i see as you do
Do you, i'll do me, slimy as puke stew