Knife To a Clowder

Thanks for coming down, New York City, this is my town! I live in a one bedroom apartment, you know what that is basically, that's a room with a bed in it, okay? Fuck off!

Read a book to the moon, half asleep

Read a book to the moon, half asleep

Blood drunk in the sour cabaret, white knuckle punchin' in gator breath (Facts)

Read a storybook to the moon, half asleep

Ayo, yo, I plunge into the abyss, like syringes in a wrist

Sittin' on a floatin' nimbus, prodders diggin'

Into the planet, plowin' Earth, draggin'

And bow in dirt, throw a party, and make your house invert

Art racks doused in ox blood

Stubborn farm yak housed in ox stuck

A tray you pullin' art tax from out the swamp mud

You couldn't see this (nah), movin' towards towns and fox hunt

Disheveled writer, lake house on rock bluff

Armchair pilot (what?), pickin' up, blow at the Hyatt

To make the escort try it

Bat at your skull, I'm mad at it parkin'

That means I'mma slant the walls in your attic apartment

I fire bomb whenever you havin' an art gig

The rings around my eyes are two deep caverns of darkness

Styrofoam beach

Cast off on kaleidoscope seas

Xanies lookin' like xylophone keys

The demonstration has taken place by workers in State Union Rights of Denvercaid?, by Catholic suits? freedom of expression, has been circumcised, circumscribed, by professional men, hahahaha...!