Come and take a trip inside the outsider’s mentality
Watch me as I sit in a ditch to avoid reality
Somehow the shoe fits just right in a twisted fantasy
I lay down big hits on my despicable enemies
Different day, same shit, more and more of the same trouble
Blood inside syringe, as cracks appear I blow bubbles
From cheap detergent, call me the crazy insurgent
Yet more accidents done on purpose, no consequence
Stupid government keeps on punishing addiction
Numb skull president, his views no longer relevant
About Me
- dissident poetician
- i am the dissident poetician...i tear down fences with sardonic sardines and metaphysical cucumbers
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