Delta40
07-08-2011, 07:03 PM
These handcuffs lock on in my formative years.
They hand sew my clothes from the silk of a Chinese Rhino beetle
You ask me if I mind entrapment and I tell you this:
Ahem.
Here comes my Shakespeare vocal pitch
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Tis all the government need, quoth I.
That’s me.
But them?
They’re the super moderators of literacy and only ever answer:
Ladies and Gentleman, the Bronx is burning.
Like I said, Larry! Get off that soap box and fix the car.
But three apples short of a bunch of grapes is the logical outcome.
It's pure Quantum Mechanics 101
Now I gotta sit back and watch the ants swallow my pines.
Clozapine
Olanzapine,
Quetiapine
Uh oh. They’re sticking their jaws into me like needles.
Lord it’s a pain. Such a pain.
Open the trapdoor and let the etymologist through now!
When the oceanic tides overlap all hell will break loose.
They won’t let me move in the same way since 9/11.
Arms weighted, heavy, tearing sinew at the ball.
Hands chained to my waist so I never lose them.
Somebody shake my baby self before it’s too late?
See, they only think they’re talking to me at 165.78 syllables per second
Aha! Do you want to know the really funny part?
I’m processing undeveloped thoughts at 45 RPM!
Or if you want to get technical and report me, 19lb PSI
I say, that's mutiny on the Bounty Sir!
Let’s pretend I was inspired by the earth’s magnetic pull like everyone else.
Up the airy mountain and down the rushy glen stuff.
I have seen Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and that makes
Any theory they put forward totally obsolete
Especially while I still got boxes and boxes of ink refills.
They hand sew my clothes from the silk of a Chinese Rhino beetle
You ask me if I mind entrapment and I tell you this:
Ahem.
Here comes my Shakespeare vocal pitch
Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Tis all the government need, quoth I.
That’s me.
But them?
They’re the super moderators of literacy and only ever answer:
Ladies and Gentleman, the Bronx is burning.
Like I said, Larry! Get off that soap box and fix the car.
But three apples short of a bunch of grapes is the logical outcome.
It's pure Quantum Mechanics 101
Now I gotta sit back and watch the ants swallow my pines.
Clozapine
Olanzapine,
Quetiapine
Uh oh. They’re sticking their jaws into me like needles.
Lord it’s a pain. Such a pain.
Open the trapdoor and let the etymologist through now!
When the oceanic tides overlap all hell will break loose.
They won’t let me move in the same way since 9/11.
Arms weighted, heavy, tearing sinew at the ball.
Hands chained to my waist so I never lose them.
Somebody shake my baby self before it’s too late?
See, they only think they’re talking to me at 165.78 syllables per second
Aha! Do you want to know the really funny part?
I’m processing undeveloped thoughts at 45 RPM!
Or if you want to get technical and report me, 19lb PSI
I say, that's mutiny on the Bounty Sir!
Let’s pretend I was inspired by the earth’s magnetic pull like everyone else.
Up the airy mountain and down the rushy glen stuff.
I have seen Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory and that makes
Any theory they put forward totally obsolete
Especially while I still got boxes and boxes of ink refills.