Forget myself
in minor
productivity
pretend there is
some aim to this
proclivity
run it all
over on a loop
forget it
this thought
flew the coop
what
Sure I'm a
crank
well I
want one
to turn it
up
well I'm
a blunt one
look from
here
the scene
spells doom
Somewhere
in the clockwork
hope like hell
some spark
goes boom
what
Because the thing
doesn't work
like a story
probably the future
is going to
get gory
maybe knock
my little perch out
oh well
make a channel
and get the merch out
either let me
forget it
and get on sinking
like the rest
or show me the
damn arena
and unleash the test
what
Pure stunt
got nothing sincere
something
with nothing
So me
so here
that memory trip
at two removes
is giving me
the grippe
don't wake me
from the depths
again
and I'll try
not to slip
what
Abstraction
Aspiration
Consternation
This routine
Want to
beat the cycle
it's so tough
and mean
I try so hard
to conceive
a real
alternative
can I even
stand to say
I've got
something to give
what
So easy to declare
I have faith
in the pearl
of such
great price
you know it girl
the moment
I see it
sell all I own
finally to
every fortune's wind
I'm thrown
what
Up to my ears
in politics
what god did I
offend in this mix
guess what everybody
has got one of
when do I get to
say I'm done bruv?
how did I get on
this dust up
oh how I'd love
to go and bust up
who wants to
turn it all over
better luck
turning up under clover
what