i am a stern enforcer of the rules

are you kidding me/ i have no fucking idea what the rules are, let alone enforce homage as a violation of the merely demure/ i am not cutout for watchdog duty/ possession is immune from the prosaically unfaithful/ there is nothing in it to be had/ rules as a kind of wound/ rules are promises gone bad in cups/ i am out in the stdio making canvasses to paint on/ talking to my voices there should be some rules against voices, burn the voices out/ do they tell you what to do, do they issue marching orders/ no one and nothing tells me what to do/