This is the most depressing song I ever heard-
Sophistication what a word
drums with no dire, trying to rise up
to heaven without heat, scales and lazy arpeggios
--just cuz I'm stoned
don't say I'm stupid. I found you
jazzing here,
spiteful as a girl--there isn't piss enough
to tell your story. The walls are a-crawl
with the sound of solipsism. The hills
of New Hampshire are jive.
Anonymous email says she's
got your husband now. He's
a skunk. She's a leg trap.
Blow his head off
and don't get too close when it
hits (P U)
home. Seems they're playing that
same old song. Big finish.
[OMG this is tied up too tight...I hope I get past this cryptic phase!]
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