Who knew the dead would stop dancing? All the cigarettes, gone to ashaholism?
Long distance runners tripping up their own steps,
Forever seeking out arrangements.
Everybody’s mother’s sister’s brother out there
What will? Codify the massachuse? Don’t be such a Wampam-naug. This train now runeth the river now overt.
And even airplanes need some resuscitation
And maybe humans weren’t born to fly
There’s certain things happen after you die
And if you’re not stupid
You tried never to fly
You spent your entire afterlife
Pondering the reasons for the why’s
Rescueth kindle from the currents
Uncovered sibling hatred
Where are you now, Isaac
Oh eye ess aye aye see
Happier whence noweth eye C
seems a distraction, yet vital hibbitoir o’ doom