no more pencils no more books
i built the city out one brick
I had a mayor and a crook
I made the crook stab the mayor then slay himself in the gills
i stole the brick back and migrated east, now let’s build
every technical cadet better they be slit-throat percentages
chicken penmanship condom thirteenth NOT AMEN
I arranged panoramics of a plastic catalogue with a wild dog
still tellin me drived by my off-spring
i’ll bring the butterflies and he can bring the centipedes
and she’ll bring the cadavers set em’ free and let em’ feed
the devil she penciled me in but i slept thick through my alarm sock
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