Here’s to your health
We can generate wealth
Here’s to your health
We can eat from the same trough
Hey Charlie!

Here’s to our fame
Rampant public acclaim
Here’s to mutual fame
Though I can’t quite grasp your social ranking in my status bubble
Gonna buy myself a buffer

Teach me to care
I can only offer vacant stare
So teach me to care
Or i’m liable to start breaking seemingly arbitrary statutes
As statues go: these are not acceptable


I was born with few wounds
This explains my patience for sick moons
why i fear monks who tame runes
But when a sigil seems hot to the touch of a chef
Who’s devoted to the keeping of endangered prized icecubes: Boitano, I skate away


I’ve yet to fear a deer
But I always wield atomic spears
So grannies: vault tears!
And I’ll hand you a handkerchief engraved with the name of a rebel
Who was ousted on the eve of his election: democratic, of course: bitch, pray!


Soul comes second to nose
I should know as I possess of perfect toes
And I’ve seen all the latest wanted bikers pose
And if a gear leads to last score, then I promise not much more
Than one collector who implores: “Plucked pastor: spare my partner’s plates!”


A collection you can share
Bought with profits of a thrice-filmed dare
Sheds of bootlegs to spare
Follow me through the gravel while the scripts at once unravel
And the dillettantes who dabble in force chew trails that make most mixers drag


Dog wants it bone
Or is it written in stone
That dog gets no bone
Even one storebought handheld arcane meatmade generic biscuit
Gotta warn you, owner, bite is coming, bite is coming


I’m a well-manned tank
But let’s be perfectly frank
Admit i’m a tank
And i’ll spare you several no-need structurally damaging shellings
Now we’re getting traction


Do you mind that i’ve laughed at your tears
That’s been us through the years
Us and half the cast of “Cheers”
Me: piss-drunk, and you: making subtle alterations to my inner grammar
The beatings last a long time


Long time coming
Distant minions deftly drumming
The promise of plumbing
Wasting time on you sure is slumming but I must
To establish vital trust; I like my vitamins and dust


Can you give me a clue?
Or are you as useless as your shoes?
Keep in mind: it’s my right to choose
I’m only doing what the genre dictates, and the script dare say, and the role demands
Yes, I got intricate plans


Do you think we’ll go far?
Or are we crippled by your scars?
Joshua: I love cars!
And so I’m driving off all alone, you’re in a cave without a phone, you don’t deserve a dial tone
Star 69!


Ambitious like a king
But you’ll never get to kiss my ring
Nor I hear you sing
I’ve got a court full of agency-sanctioned joy-juice-filled runway-purple-clad jesters
Recognition of my stature!


We’ll never get caught
But i can see that you are shot
Photographers not
We can’t reduce you to binary data with inherent value and occupy bandwidth
Carbon crystals in the cloud


It will not be allowed
What you want and what i vowed
And so I enter my shroud
I’m going to shower in shade while all my hits get made and my heart is dead but I get paid




i got ebt today
i just need face time with the star
all my indie heroes hated being gay
but they could eat red meat and own cars
not every proven star needs to be the sun
to yield acceptable box office stubs
questions at night often occur me
prefer he team: white sox or cubs?



sports are a key key interest get your scorecards out
i’m boning up on college drafts
but when the word whitewater is mouthed to him
does he think about impeachment or rafts?
a crescent is the moon when he’s watching tv
how the night spreads out like open hope
with luck he’ll surely wire me five million bucks
if i vow to wash my face with soap ON A DAILY BASIS
yeah yeah on a daily basis uh uh
yeah yeah yeah yeah!


one fire-hot franchise simply not enough
i’m thinking eight more: at least five
he owned a cat once it perhaps since has died
should i flaunt the fact that mine’s alive?
it’s hard to get true dish from a fallacious screen
the gossip goons spread church-gun myths
and so should all of venezuela be privatized
from the farmers to lunchladies to pimps
let’s make them work for the comcast cartel
these days free oil just is not enough (by a long shot) oh no..
by a long shot.. oh no.
we’ve got to to have toil in addition to the oil.. we’ve got to have toil in addition to the oil..


toil without compensation… no no
toil without compensation .. yeah yeah
it cuts down on the overhead
overhead
overhead

hispanic mothers must pull three tricks for expired marmalade
they’re not fighting for bread so it’s not jay-z orphan rough
but every mobile mammal likes a sensual treat now and again
if you underwrite my wine cooler habit you’ll net street cred and for you: seemingly tough
seemingly tough: tough luck!
seemingly tough: tough luck!

would you like to invest in a script on vascillating doubt
about how in his later years hitler had his occasional off days
i think we’ll have him played by john stossel, cuba g j or pink
look into his or hers white black maybe moustachioed gaze
and the jews’ll cry so we’ll win at least token awards
bankable empathy, like celibate clergy that’s what all i’m about
and we can hold our common breaths while the credits you paid for roll
maroon 5: close our pic on out
close our pic on out
close our pic on out
close our pic on out

crumbling roman statues in the grey sad sky and now netflix viewers know why:
pigeons as a whole entire species have chosen to attempt to die
they’re breathing ash from crematoriums and drinking through their needle-thin veins
from a river that will never be named after you unless you invent a cure for fabric stains
and i’m not referring to welch’s white, i’m talking bout the tears of streep
i’ve heard she absorbs most of her lsd through colored contacts that she obtains on the cheap
so you killed every air-worthy pigeon and no body of water wants your name
we gotta get to duplicating human dna while they look and act largely the same
and i wont be happy till every christian gets cloned
or forrest whitaker bakes me a fine pie

oh forrest.. oh forrest.. despite my rampant love fountains i’m stumped..
i like the generic aspects to the sky but i hate making wishes like a swatter hates flies
oh forrest.. oh forrest.. despite my rampant love fountains i’m stumped..
i need face time with a disney star’s fake twitter profile broad while we listen to aerosmith’s ‘pump’ — finally on CD!


new version: janie’s almost done.. hey hey! janie’s crazy and widely shunned
the toxic twins are my guiding light.. joseph tyler: you’re the one (duh)

Hey dear friend: I can offer you my hand but
Face time depends on chain of command
Life in part is concessions to the scheme
You do not function in the workings of my team
I am a dog dependent on his leash and
I can only bark cuz that’s what I got teached
When you are homeless: charity is key
I hope you get bread; I also hope that you get tea.

Tea warms you up, tea warms you up
Tea keeps you warm on those cold cold nights
Tea warms you up, tea warms you up
Tea keeps you warm on those cold cold nights

“Hey, be nice!
It’s been at least six days since I got my bowl of rice!”



overcome your nightmares, and make safe friends with Fred
and when you kiss his toothbrush, i’ll know you ain’t no red
show me you not steppin’ when tribal takes its toll
let go of south america and i’ll be blind when you do the stroll
because a baby breast feeds, that’s why i’m fond of tits
it’s time to talk to tollhouse ‘bout slicin’ up their grits
i know your shit is sterile, but let’s pretend it’s got some punch
soothsayers say it’s doable but they bow to blind barbara’s hunch
i know you love lifesavers cuz has-beens work the line
so please a pleasant craver: work wonders on their spine
and when your peak is poppin’ it’s time to point to rot
this shit is beyond stoppin’: call cops to get them shot
the noble blue is buoyant, so celebrate the shield
uranians don’t toy with; i know you’re still unpeeled
give up the ghost of guthrie, or arlo might chomp stump
to fake the threat of tough threes: collaborate in clumps


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