Morning start
Pour myself a glass of orange kia ora
Azteca expresso has me ejecting
Within ten as expected
Pants hit jack’s deck
Next grab jacket from hook
Keys from nook, fuck almost forgot my book
Out the door amach into a world amok
I’m off like Akira, bike a lightstreak
Left right smooth gliding like a heatseeker
Plug in and practice
Took a blue pill, two pill max
Axed my bound hands
Coming up like a half drowned
Into the world for the first time
Surrounded by other escapees
In my hack era
Hacking into banks
Chain smoking fags
Hacking into my hands
Things are out of balance
I’m around back near stacked pallets
Empty beer cans burger wrappers
Night of the purge I’m murdering rappers
No new patterns added to my wrap sheet
I’m waxing mathematically
Who could be mad at me
I’ve seen some bad acting
Often practised on ITV
First time I’ve seen a British character
Dubbed over on BBC, stop right there
Like made you look, saw snakes for hair
Stoned with a masonry-making stare
Single mean mug from me
Turn a thug into a pet rock
Make a Leo dude, know by the attitude,
Into a Geodude
I’m lighting trees, eyeing tea leaves
For a tease of my lover’s look
Smashing atoms, smoking plants.
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