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A great nothing rumbles up above the somethings
makes the days fun to run and stumble love’s cuff links
though it sucks to have lost something in lust’s custody cunning
Sucks to be stuck in a functional arrangement
as fungus fingers fling and fumble to rearrange it
and feel the same in it minus the rage paid to retain it
Fate favors the few
till they’re raving and blue in the face with amazement and
who would’ve saved them if fame was the suitable name that they came with
Come what will may, hey, must be the greatness
trickle down tickles if it counts, hiccup laughs half-masted in your town
get down with the get it down to pray you can make it out with the majors
Any day now if you wing it right
feigned anger on the hangers in our closet till we clean it blind
leave it, better bigger fish to fry, and vigor really lingers in the thinker’s eye
Eyes bulging out our sarcophagi sockets
wonder why watch it, wishing woke whines hi-powered i-ronic
astrological time comets turn mind wanderers psychotic with “I’m right” logic
Lies, truth, and ionic bonds lock us under the up above nothing
and nothing comes when there’s something done in becoming
the numbing crushing love and what’s hovering just above it
Pull the rug kick the dust lift it up up up
hesitate meditate levitate