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