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Rogue Wave
A
little bread, a
little circus It serve as a
diversion for devils and death merchants I
was curled up underneath the
swirling threat of reds and purples Lumberjack flannel, strapping saddles over servals Paddling in circles with 10,000 maniacs in yankee caps Who get to know the
neighbors every time they tip the
ladle back Rag tag cats and canines who catch phat tags on the
fabric of space time All work no play, dull boys rotate Old Boy, Ghostface, Tolstoy, Coltrane Throws up coffin nails, off the
rails Born bathed in a
tornado of claws and tails Got skulls on his sails, cobras on the
pleather Salt and pepper soldiers barely holding it together But supposedly awoke and down to mobilize whenever You're pretty much a
Gomer Pyle to pester, remember I'm Pop-O-Matic trouble, I
will commander the
goulash Under hockey hair, zoom off on a
blue ox through the
blogosphere with poppies for your mama bear Carrots for the
vitamix, kibble for the
puppy, something bloody for the
firebit Never mind the
appetizer writhing in the
spider web Stare into it long enough you biters just might find yourselves Tea with the
dark side, Slimer on speed dial Sleep on a
couch or a
street or a
leaf pile Our kind can not be redeemed I'm a
cancer on the
glamor, I
can't with the
"Me Me Me" No anesthesia, surgeon with the
signal jammer scrambling the
feed Distributing the
panacea free, all day There is no amount of Our Fathers that could remedy the
black dog breathing down his collar Mi casa like I'm Oscar, hot and popping out a
flipped lid Eyepatch, Prince wig, disappearing grid blip Stiff lip, sure to shit talk a
centurion, tsk tsk, I
don't really wiggle with invertebrates Purp in the
thurible, off sides, toss thine merch in the
urinal It's nothing personal Dirtbag don, don't provoke him to act up I'm golden doing donuts in the
Totoro cat bus Everything I
touch turn to black sludge Bugs in the
bag lunch, punch through a
mack truck Hunchback, get y'all acquainted with the
contagion Nobody safe, say hello to well beyond containment I
came for every cell between the
belfry and the
basement You maybe wanna telephone your favorites We take it where the
warlocks lock horns, soda pop, popcorn Top notch gore set to Bach over fog horns Snotty nose, clogged pores, fork in his heart Back away or catch a
halo made of orbiting stars, yea Transform in the
dark, got a
dog nose sniffing out the
source of the
snark Got a
cat's ears twitching every snap of a
twig Triangulate your position, a
simple rabbit to skin I
been an echo in the
dark who demo applied science at the
parlay Barf rainbows and cry diamonds, ok Ready Freddy, headlong into creeping death Respawn where you least expect I
could pick a
pin and tumbler right in front of the
guard Out the
front with another Picasso under his arm Hit the
city limit still exhibiting his inner Caulfield, baby I'm H.E. double hockey sticks on wheels New dawn, show 'em how the
voodoo doll feels Plus launch fireballs from the
palm heels On an otherwise slow day, this is how I
row into the
rogue wave, yo
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