my san franciscan love child/how wild your brown eyes are/with
poetic delirium and intoxicated rhymes/and I swear only those too-gone
winos could dream this shit up/and half the time i only hear half the
words that come out of their mouths/but that is quite enough/and i am
quite the same ravishingly mad cat you met all those years back/i've
just changed a lot
i've been brought down to this earth by a
rationality of sorts/ empty bottles of empty promises/oh how they tickle
at my feet/and soon it will scream "you useless piece of shit, get up
and run"/ and i will run faster than i have ever run before/because this
time, its serious
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