EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT

writing words across the mind
since I can't remember
but still every night
this is me in my mercedes benzI waste careers for a livingbut keep a copy of bukowski at all timesI’m no forcing outI’m moving in uncle georgesight seeing ball spinning day dreamingI grow gigantic socks on my earsas warm as the weather might beI avoid earthquakes and fires and guns and bombsand some assaultsI always wear shadeseven through these dark daysblending clips friday morningsI keep the mind for the lastand dance free for the flowI spin knees and cut trees and boil eggs and kill dadsI make no promises on the runthere is the feeling everything could blowand chances say it might even snow

this is me in my mercedes benz
I waste careers for a living
but keep a copy of bukowski at all times
I’m no forcing out
I’m moving in uncle george
sight seeing ball spinning day dreaming
I grow gigantic socks on my ears
as warm as the weather might be
I avoid earthquakes and fires and guns and bombs
and some assaults
I always wear shades
even through these dark days
blending clips friday mornings
I keep the mind for the last
and dance free for the flow
I spin knees and cut trees and boil eggs and kill dads
I make no promises on the run
there is the feeling everything could blow
and chances say it might even snow

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