Nothing but thoughts of having
nothing but thoughts
to think about
I need material
something new or pretty soon
there'll be a rout
ain't it something
ain't it a gas
you know this round
I think I better pass
let's get down
so funky and fresh
well mainly funky really
so sunk in the flesh
yet so damned cerebral
really it's a lost cause
like so much we keep after
without a hint of pause
what
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