The crunchy bits
Morsel madness shits
Anxiety climbs higher
Electro light meiser of budweiser
The crafty kind of microbrew
Like mindfulness, without the shoes
I'm running, I'm choking
Not funny, not joking
But there comes a time to speak of other things
Of Trumps
And Preachers that jump over stumps
You'll widdle a while this time while we smile
And forget all the wonder you held as a child
What the fuck is growing up?!
If all you gain is just more stuff
Just turn on the tube
And take off your shoes
Put on a laser disk and
Poor up some booze
From dot to dot to dot
The information hits the spot
Vibratory fascist, evil loathsome despot
Lets truss it, roast it, once it hung enough to bleed
Careful not to get it on you, smells like corporate greed.
