poets and slaves

[Shitty Dual]

clouds came down low on the corn

 

[Shitty Dual]

meat ants are gathering like storms

 

[Shitty Dual]

somewhere in the quiet wild darkness
a crocodile cries

 

[Shitty Dual]

you gotta

 

[Shitty Dual]

you gotta

 

[Shitty Dual]

you gotta

 

[Shitty Dual]

come on you poets and slaves

 

[Shitty Dual]

you got to arrest the decay

 

[Shitty Dual]

you’re sinking down in the bay

 

[Shitty Dual]

you can’t remember your name

 

[Shitty Dual]

come on you poets and slaves

 

[Shitty Dual]

you’ve got to count what you’ve made

 

[Shitty Dual]

you’re gonna pass like the days

 

[Shitty Dual]

stop time and head for the stage

 

[Shitty Dual]

and come on you poets and slaves

 

[Shitty Dual]

come on you poets and slaves

 

[Shitty Dual]

come on you poets and slaves.....

 

[FBI parte due]

Something about those little pills
unreal
the thrills
they yield
until they kill a million brain cells

 

[The Dork Lord]

sounds a bit like an Alan Moore song...

 

[FBI parte due]

Green Velvet, actually.