Suicide machine, it's nothing but a dream in the nether world
Drinking beer at 7AM, kid says your starting a little early
The early bird catches the worm
The worm turns into a French fry and I take a bite out of it (potato and grease)
Your living the dream eating sardines, and beanie weenies
Living the dream of a hard rock bed and a serpent spinal column
They want to tape a smile on your face, it's just another day at the office
I try to make things good but sometimes mother nature just wants to kick you around some
The pop up people talk so loud, they share their lives with me
A baby faced ranger peddling rocks gets butt raped by a black bear, it's what you get for wandering in the woods
It's complicated out here, where you can come upon a camp of polish cowboys rounding up dachsunds on Grand Island
They milk them little doggies for wiener sauce.
Poetry from the book {The Lion and the Sun} by Artist Troy Richard Thomas
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