Poet Creep

Thats why?! I couldn't get no sleep owl fuck my head
Throw something more than a bone thats what they deserve!
America you know nothing about your wild children in the night!
What kind of language they choose for this passionate spell that spreads the stars silly intoxicated on glorious synthesis.
You see life in your little box and they do it for freedom.
Watch out! For this luscious wind born unconstrained fellowship of obscene hardware thats designed to stamp you out!
This is more than a simpleton's dislike for something you've done and have not done it very well what?!
You made war with the wrong crew and your puddy in the wrong hands!
I alone am a out-of-control trailor smashing through the freeway high on a button with turbulent weaving asps in my hair along the stoney stare of magick my eyes, yes my eyes are eyries.
I want a different commune with a panegyric god that loves my human boner.
I want a different discourse with nature than life support systems and structure.
I need access to forbidden fruits of that gigantic thing that caused so much problems in history and I'm not the only one.
So you see, theres a problem cause I don't like your rule and I want to overthrow it in some lost forgotten space of ridiculous!
And I'm not the only one.