Sawdust carpet

Eat her out 

Then eat her out of house of home 

Don’t disturb my turban 

Can’t disrupt the rapture

Can’t interrupt what’s happening

Flashes fiery, of lasso lightning

Cops knocking like Jacob Marlay’s 

Festive apparition 

Change me, replace me

Rape me beyond facefinding

Grow to beard to escape AI 

Scraping away all traces 

Sweet me, diabetic bracelet 

I want you to sweep me, dip me dainty 

I want everyone on that dancefloor 

Saying we’ll aren’t they saintly

I want them staring, straining 

Scopes training, our coming out date 

A fine parade, a fine day for it indeed

I need you to invade me 

Pigs on the bay

Responsible party’s flag replaced

I lob a frag 

It demands a face

I turn off raytracing 

To get better frames

I go out street racing 

To fan my budding fame 

Found somebody to embrace me 

They see what I might be 

With a few subtle changes 

With some directions, new aims

Aiming to take over the place 

That wall, that’ll be my face 

Someday, I used to say 

They used to hide smiles

They sought greater safety places 

I saw the bigger picture 

I saw things changing 

I saw the image flickering

A coven bickering, this mage 

Leads powerful operations

We meet to this day, at solstice 

I look at these faces, I’ve sold stuff 

We’re laying down sawdust 

This is what I saw, look 

Showing you a blurry picture of a ghost 

On my phone, crooked

Prediction: death in August 

My views today in opposition 

To those yesterday, mindchanger 

Gracing my mannequin with a new face

Damp cobblestones, glazed, unstaying

Slipping sliding like celebrity cyclone 

Ducking dodging, fucking, bedhopping 

From the Bronx to Beloxi 

You can bet your bottom dollar 

I sold those oxies they’re biting.

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