shades of mediocrity
built into existence
So what
Like a butterfly on a banjo
What?
Like a sesame on a shell of night
Whoaat
Like the turds floating around your bathroom brain
Hey now!
You stroked the pinion miracle
for superior hp on your standard brand
But no nothing down the road
Just dirt asphalt pebbles and hard tack sailor joe
Drive the cosmic typhoo
Sleep in a boat
Swim with dorados and some other to be named later fish
Go on now

