Tell ‘Em, Boss

Painting hunting at night over good

Meek get her done so what bourbon

It’s at the amnesiac triumphant big game

Nothing stupid but my constitution my

Resolution and been there nice gift gore

Analogous Cupid pantheon levitation

Jocular wanderlust tango Volkswagen

Underneath they use the I stand pudding

Okay right tell ‘Em boss you tell ‘Em

Junk Hip

Fix a loud muscle toad rankle optimum

Leer awe louvre Valium soothe amble

Roth teeth ground wound feet smite

Pole create varnish quite sight peanut

Need lead follow moth happy harbor

Keep flow friend goth juice plenty bib

Jocular dead zip bread green bellow

Pillow Bartholomew great dip junk hip

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Separations give us time

To appreciate those we love.

We get shocked, angry, sad,

For you will be there

Holding someone’s hand

That you never expected

Would ever show up. 

The lost son returns.

The father is ecstatic.

Happy in his redemption,

The father wildly prepares

No amount is too much.

The son gets what he came for,

Then kills his mother,

And his sister and whomever

Sees the trail of blood.

He wants to cover his tracks

But the scene is too crazy.

The best is to leave,

Without any more tracks.

He tries to escape, without an alibi

That he can remember.

If I have to state my alibi,

It will be the same.

I have no idea when or where I was

At hardly anytime, as each day runs

Together. It is a very long blur.

How to do such a simple innocent thing

No one belies strength citizenry accent

And I am language I am light friendship

Is in my blood I wear my heart on my

Sleeve I worry about little things they

Worry about me take your time, they say

Be patient love yourself as a person that’s

Where they get me I don’t I have no idea

How to do such a simple innocent thing