synfull

haven't been updating
just waiting
for something to happen
my life
is two big hands that can't stand
to clap in rythym

one thing ends and feeling grows after
i'm at that point
leaving the joint until
i get stabbed by the point
pencil pennicilin pcyllisobin sobbin mind ryhme
it's all a silly soggy bread down wind dead time

fill me up at bed time
a glass of milk for a jerk
i can't work
but i can read enough to make me too tough to bleed
when i get cut by my own rough beard
this weirdo needs a shave(and a haircut)
who gives
(two shits?)