Do you sometimes fantasize just a little
plant quicksilver in the communal memory
Shouting Respect my influence! and then my nigga clutches a nickel bag so much rubber motherhood dragged around like love I could just (I fell in love with you) I'm ready to be objectified the way I objectify everybody especially here comes everybody from around the way claiming they always wanted to be a verb now that verbs are healers in the ageless certainty of some solar wink no more trouble quitting the circus to join the memory do you sometimes just a little coaxed across the joke like if you can't suffer you can't laugh like the backlash for satisfaction is satisfaction exactly as flat as the neverending accuracy of injustice how it saved us from the disgusting pressures of freedom disguised as luxury husband stable substance abuse I sometimes pretend I'm for sale again come to find out and the light in the sound I sometimes get around to being that righteous
