Everyone is too close
I pass out the poison
the chemical reaction
of corrode in the throat



all the sweat spreading
and the mindless dancing
at the grid you're sliding
grabbing for the common

good/greed


it's fiction it's all
dirty people givin head
hypocritical moment too
weird to be considered



real of what's DIVINE
like the look you're letting go
and the sweat you're sweating
when the idea of profit rise



business is waiting
people are dying
reason is flying away
monday thursday anyway

Frances farmer will
have revench on Seattle
and I will be there
providing juice and a match



the people are alone
grandma's stoned
all the kids turn to the pipe
so that the line that was drawn


could be, no more