Drowning in two feet of freedom, feeling numb
I'm deemed a dead man with arm floaties on
watching others tread skeptic waters while spiting iron
as ions form bonds. Mathematics partner with triathlons
to see how long these sentences can run on
without any commas or academic coma that will be
paraphrased or put into semi-colons that shit similies;
similar to thinking of porcelain then putting a (toilet)
in parenthethis cause this is for the kids who traded genes
for cesspools unless school is giving out asterisks,
who asks if its Adam that came before the Apple but PC's
come complete with Texas Instruments and I make beats
off my protractor; tools producing circles since I've already
taken the game levels from every plain angle. So strangle me
with a ruler to measure the inchworm that binds you're books,
locals looking for hooks to fish out vocals caught in the throat
of diplomacy. Evolution taught hope to fly by attaching strings to pigs,
though moths rot in forgotten classes instead of tipping glasses
in Cancun where butterflies are tranquilized on lower backs
like crap tattoos; needles mix wit booze aboard a cruise ship
but you dip, set, and roc-a-way the boat. On occasion cacoons
get swept under the rocks, where oceans won't dare to sway
the depths that kept sanity and left humanity staring at the bay.
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