My Time, Yer Time

Folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out yer hole

Dont intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise

Now peter had paul dont have it i have it have it said i

In this rolling glowing growing stolen place that dont belong to me



It aint funny you say ok i had it up to here with you

This giddy little lifetime yer time my time dont agree with you

Some temper axes in the fire some sharpen knives upon a stone

Some chop up veggies in the hobart some use the bloody robo coup


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