just a few milligrams fly right by
the speed signs stop; justice and brown powder
unite suburban rebellion with frying pan eggs
Its over easy man; the way power croups and capitalism eats its self.
So thank you Mr. Blue Grass towing service man for towing my car and not maintaining your signs.
Thank you Mr. Six Pack Plumber ass cracked pipe simmering baking soda and the war on drugs
Here’s to you social disasters and the gaping hole in our city.
And here in the Centerpoint we keep our dead animals in toy boxes like every good crazy person would
Then here in our Lexington I realise, the point of moving through life, and this unlimited death ..is to find it.

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