Bom Bom Bom
Down and out
too much shouting
too much no doubt
out to the spectre
out to the ghost
living in madness
insane as the wolf
hide in the motel
perhaps in the shade
I saw it in wondrous
and now i'm afraid
keep all the pennies
keep all the rust
no matter the stigma
no matter the dust
now bounce to the twin
vomit it all out
forgive their sons
and continue about
continue means never never over
touch the time with your palms
it melts in your finger tips
it melts at no fault
is this the medium?
is this the madness?
tell me so. for if you do not, my soul will be plagued by a million stallions to guide myself through the universe and time and possibly even Hades itself.
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