2003-08-30 - 6:08 a.m.
There really is a way beyond reality
across the wide red sea
if not by mere decree
concurrent with the free
voice of authority
engulf the enemy
the word of slavery
set in a joy ride spree
across the wide red sea
and it's the same with me
.
so if it really was a dredge displaced by ridge and breeze
if the armies in pursuit were drowned in shallow seas
it only serves to lend support to my intent treat-tease
Lawyers win their cases by the likes of these
.
I was a corkscrew in the cellar of the vinyard Trite
I had it comin' and it came and now it's done me right
I am a candle, I'm a river, I'm the kids' delight
I'm a runner, I'm a giver, I'm a freak at night
I've got the glitter in my liver and my gastro's tight
professor Higgins, only bigger, minus the masters, right.
I'm an artist, I'm a writer, I'm a lover not a fighter,
I monitor all through the night
the temperature has to be right
relative humidity and flow
chemicals, gases and R.O.
all to create an atmosphere
conducive to the process here
in order to produce their wares
which go to... anyway who cares!?
I'm too many things to list in one setting
but here is the truth, lest my ego's forgetting
what I am now is not what I was
(whatever I am) I know this because
I know what I was and what I was not
And some kind of life force infused with the lot
destroying destruction, retaining the cool
adjoining the unction to one such a fool
as myself in the myre and the pit of my ruin
I don't always know but I like what it's doin...
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