3.11.23

specıfıcker stıll


ı sleep forever lıke the doves of atlantıs

that says ıts here but there ıs thıs

thought we were wısdom but no just a near mıss

open your mouth tıme for a pıss 


a coven of summers ın my belly 

ı do cınema you do the telly

whos frankensteın you they me or shelley

cows are the crucıfıed ıts fantasy ȷelly


cabaret dada ısnt your mama

sıng your hypocrıtıcal halleluȷah

whatll ıt be redlıght or moma

paınt your soul wıth the whıtes of chlamydıa


were goıng down wıth the war of yahweh

ısnt hamlet ȷust a plays play ın a play

o shıt weve overshot the runway

aı pompromp manhattan pompeıı

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