U KNOW WHAT U LOVE

R U GUYZ STILL SNEAKING OUT TO THE BARN/ DECIST, DA CEASED AND DISS THAT LAST TWO PISS FREAK SETS OF RELATIONSHIPS THAT FOUND THEIR WAY TO THE BARN WHERE YOU PLAYED THE SYMPHONY №5 INC MINOR OF LUDWIG VAN BEETHOVEN, Op. 67 ON A BANJO OR MORE LIKELY THE JACK GUITAR, THE ONE WE LOVE, IT’S AS IF THEY TAKE THE GUITAR TO BED TO LOSE THEMSELVES IN FULL CARESS, I’LL GIVE YOU MONEY FOR AJ’S FUNERAL, BUT IT’S AN EMPTINESS HOW MANY PEOPLE HAVE TO DIE, TIM, FOR YOU TO DRINK FROM SOME CUP OF GLOBAL MORNING BECAUSE OTHERWISE U ALWAYS REFUSE TO COMPROMISE/ AND WE WILL ALL WADE INTO THE RIVER AND GOD WILL SAVE US THAT SICK GOD GOD AND GODFUL FUCK WHAT WE DO WE DO RUNS OUT OF LUCK AND IF HE REALLY DOES CONTROL THE FUCKING UNIVERSE, HUBRIS, PLEASE, BUBBA, ESMERALDA AND HER VULVA TICK TOCK BOLLYWALK, WHO’S FOR SALE IN THE BUTT HOLE SLOT AND THE TRIMMING HEDGE AGAINST THE PARKING LOT/ IT DEPENDED ON HOW DESPERATE U WERE/ OFTEN, WE JUST GOT INTO A CAR AND SEE IF YOU CAN LIMIT IT TO A HAND JOB/ I ONLY DO VIGOROUS HAND JOBS AND WEEKEND SHISH KABOB AND GIN/ HAVING GONE THROUGH A LOT OF LOSS, WE THE DUMB ONES DO NOT COUNT THE COST, IT’S ENOUGH FOR ME TO SWEEP THE DEAD LIZARDS FROM THE ROOF, I DO NOT COUNT THEM OR TAKE MEASUREMENTS, I’M JUST HERE TO RIDE THE RIDE TILT THE TILT NOT SO MANY OF US ANYMORE CONSTITUTE, THE WISDOM OF THE JUNKIE AND THE PROSTITUTE, WHEN THE MOON SHINES DEEP WITH VICIOUS BLACK, THAT’S WHEN YOU GET YOUR NUTS IN FACT RETURNED 2 U IN A SECRET LONGITUDE/ TIME AND PLACE ARE NOW A LATITUDE/ AND THEN HE’S HOT TO ARRIVE WITH ATTITUDE TO GET THE FUCK OUT OF THERE, RIGHT/ THAT POP WHEN HE’S PULLING OUT/ EATING ASS CAN BE SO DEBONAIRE IRONICALLY LESS MESS THAN A GRAVEYARD’S DRESS/ YOU EAT IT, YOU GET DRESSED/ TIME TO GO MISTER JACK ZIPPER/ THE GUARDS WITH DOGS ARE LISTENING FOR US AS THEY ADVANCE THROUGH THE TREES AT NIGHT ALL WILD ARMS STRETCHING OUT FLASHLIGHTS AND I SWEAR TO YOU, I SAW FREDDY KRUGER OUT ON THE LAKE SUCKING HIS OWN BIG DICK LIKE A LOLLYPOP, STEALING CARS FROM ANOTHER PARKING LOT AND YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD ESCAPE TO THE COUNTRY AND THIS LATEST FOREST FIRE TESTED MY DETERMINATION TO GOPE AND HOPE AND ROPE-ADOPE YOU ARE RIDING IN A LEAKY BOAT LOOKS LIKE GERMANY TO ME YOU WILL GAZE UPON YOUR COUNTRY HIPPY HOUSE WE HAVE SO THANKFULLY CRASHED IN GLORIOUS COLORS WEED-ABUZZ A PAST THAT NEVER HAPPENED IN A SWITCHBLADE LOVE/ SO LUSH WITH BLOOD WE WOULD NEVER USE THE OLD BARN AS A COVENANT TURNED UP TOO HIGH, HIGH. HIGH, BEANS AND WHISKEY AND A LULLABY/