Tell me, What time is it?

Don't,
Play with fire or you might get burned
Or mabey,
Flirt with the Devil 'till your lessons learned
So manny,
Important questions running all through my head
I'm feeling,
This disconnection and its mimicing Death


Unsatiable desire running all amuck in fire
tires spinning in the red
boring bullets through your head
falter freely as you vomit
fall in line and stand upon it
twinkle twinkle little blister
sprinkle ruin as you fester
green the sky and blue the grass
stick a lemon in your ass
seeming akward as you listen
yet it brightens dispositions
nomenclature so divine
by the quills of porcupine
may we loose our inhibitions
taking showers in the kitchen
loosing love we're leting fly
countless layers of apple pie
filled the foryer to the ceiling
while the cat and mice are reeling
chubby bunnies fill your mouth
silly sidewalks in the south
mason dickson if you can
smoke a fag and hang a man
folly rumbles in the distance
to the history a witness
when it all came falling down
did you drown?
dressed in brown?
did it turn you upside down?
will you stop here to admire?
or is it simply that im fired...