Well.

You ran up a sober stride.
Walk away you fucking coward!
One more time you'll bail on mine...
One more time bail on this sinking ship!

You mustve read the werds:
"don't try to hard."
...walk away, liar!

Oh honey we're gonna need something to stop the bleeding. still never gonna be quite the same you you were.
Oh baby we're gonna need more than a tampon to dry up all this blood.

Arright motherfuckers.
Step right up.
I got a list of demands.

This is just what the great's call a slump and the has beens punctuate entire lives on sentances that i berate enough to slur.
Now i'm pleading with the beating
Of a hundred thousand tusks.
Get up in this motherfucker!!!

[oh! predator!]

I'm taking control of your right to write
With time to kill.

Lost against tossed stares
And glacing off yer reflection.
Yer buildings. are burning.

This is an invitation!
To a selected classic casket cast of unguarded dead-ends and double-sided
Self-inflicted "friends".

But! if upon inspect, a rare defect retracts attent in attempts to redirect, i insist you resurrect!

This is an invitation!
Now your side by side, cursed: lied-by-lied.
Tar-flavored, bar-catered: smoke-tint-eye'd.

This is an invitation.