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Bed of Lies...
Bed of Lies… When you think the Calm is the Storm and the Storm is the Calm… you Storm yourself… In other words... Confusion... Bed of Lies...
Narrated by… Professional Male…
My childhood seduced my woeful soul to insanity…
Questing for leisure time torched the trail for the man in me…
Uncannily Lucifer granted me the curse of a Bachelor’ Degree…
Then Master’s Degree in the midst of my fantasy plea…
All day in the work place in my zone of scary meditation…
Overtaking the Id nation to partake in momentary revelations…
Revolutions, contributions provided by an 8-bit Colossus…
Megaman becomes a lost prophet in my office defeating top bosses…
But all I got is a mugs of JD and a little Vodka tonic…
Lots of sonnets unfinished like this bag of awesome chronic…
All I save for before and after Happy Hour…
Whine in my wine at the bar, purple grapes casted sour…
Yes, I know I can’t muscle back childhood through a digital clock…
Tic and a tock… co-workers suck every individual cock…
I guess I’m just a chicken with my head cut off and sped-
Away from the head I never gave them and run to the bar instead…
Car Starts en route to the bar ladies and gentlemen
Now, I can use my abundance of ‘fuck its’ I’m stuck with…
Me, myself, I, a pipe, and a big bag of nuggets…
Off to Romeo’s Pub, (laughs) like Romeo dying for the love of his youth…
A young! John Wilkes Booth assassinating Lincoln’s to gain Vermuth…
Man, I made love to that pipe until the flame died…
Became fried for my grand entrance through the main side-
Of the bar… they all moan at my importance…
I think? One shot, two, four, I’m more important distorted…
Away from that office, I’m a different person soakin-
In my childhood, damn why doesn’t my record get broken!
That ole’ Megatouch Machine, a great tool for my real skills…
5 shots, Imported beers, 7,8, shots- Pills!
Lazy lounging on a barstool. OOPS! Near fall!
Every night around this time, crowds stare at me, hear calls?
But I don’t know what they say, there’s my main peer Paul…
From back in the day! Football! That kid was sheer balls!
Paul! What the Hell’s up? Give him a yell, but he’s leavin…
Without realzin all the faded memories he’s stealin…
Theif! I shout, the crowd all looked into my eyes…
Oh my, they don’t understand the EVIL! in my life…
Lies! Talk about your Samsonit-nite filled with manuscripts…
And dusiness bocuments grown up big asshole SHIT!
Get off me tarbender. I was drinking here since I was seventeen…
You can’t take that away from me! Childhood… meant to me!…
Love me tender! Love me…
-Abruptly… let me interrupt thee sweet singing of a professional male…
who wails a trail of tears in the years that he has failed-
to comprehend the adulthood age has handed him so soon…
out in a puddle of piss in the alley behind the saloon…[end me]
Who needs you… you jerk yuppies fuckin mothers slackers…
Sleep in your bed of lies Paul you fuckin sucked at middle linebacker…
I’m going home! drink a maptain Corfan, Morgan on the cocks…
With a twist of twist of… oh fuck! Where are my car keys!?…
Car Starts, and we have drunk driving ladies and gentlemen
Everybody is beeping, HEY WATCH IT YOU BUDDY!…
Oh what a night, I bet you all of those people love me!
I bet, I bet I laught them a tesson on again youthing a be…
I know how to life live to the bestest pobissility…
I’m still cool and youth young living ly mife bust…
Place the paper in the printer and copy nice breast…
Front door back door Going in my house now!
Glass cow fras boww sumba dumba oust town…
Pass out,bed time for our professional, dead yet he's warm...
yet heated, he’s out cold, neglect to set the alarm…
it’s just another jaded snooze, in a mentally dead end night…
Falling drunk short on his couch, still sleeping in a bed of lies…
In the case of this evolution… It remains to be said… One man could set foot on the Hudson River Bed… net never touch the same river……. Bed of Lies…
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