these last years come in a hunt
in smaller increments of thought
put down as some fall short
of impressed i've been behind
the yellow line the whole time
with my right foot swinging
and my left foot rooted
ah i don't give a shit really
y'know you wake up and you're
slipping into snug fabrics to warm
yr genitals and wonder what the temp
is gonna be and the device says 20
but the real feel is negative 3?
i hush my voice and tilt my eyeballs
upwards in that jack nicholson fashion
to say i want that real feel outta you
now get me the hell outta this maze!
