oh how he brays in his sleep
the man with dirt nap at his feet
they bury him deep, even though he's alive
he just said goodbye to all nine of his wives
they bury him shallow
so his hand does appear
the hand is still moving
better get a director's chair
when wondering about the lady so fair
he dances around in his underwear
back in time, up and down
this miscreant thinks, he has to frown
overtime isn't what it was like anymore
there's no cabron or vodka or gin 5x or more
a carbon copy in my hands
i have to study it, to decipher the plan
inkblots and rorschachs
secret celluloid
homework time he calls it
what a fool he must be
under the golden ashberry lilacs play
wondering what essence
what god is there and where
my english isn't good, i'm sorry for now
i haven't read the book yet
over 1000 pages left to go
i'm getting bored and sick
weeping in my own blood
a tailor made me a suit on sunday
that's all that really happens around here
make me look good, good for the mission
you see, i was just fishin'
the target's in the room and we need those documents
i judo chop
he falls down
i take the documents
these are my souls to sell
Gg
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