Head Trip… Case breaker 2.0.1. stimpletons…
Idiot… Tie your shoelace around your crippled chin…
Pick it up, off the ground… The dress is back on…
Rip it up, What’s the sound of direction without action…
Blind corrupt thoughts hold me down to slice my brain…
Nicely entice pain… Ice picket lines to fight off eye veins…
I must maim silently cause I might hear the pin drop…
And the kin stops wondering why I fear carcass ingots…
They carry diseases I can’t see to avoid contact…
Oh boy, my contract states I must enjoy combat…
Fighting off darkness seeds, heartless bleeds no redness…
Start this to end it… I have departed the restless Head Trip…
Doctors work for dollars to figure out experimental vision…
Ought to block the hollers cause they’re messing up provisions…
Duck away from the living against uneven odds I’ve known…
Stuck in a world of mice that the men have all outgrown…
O.K., welcome me to eyesight… First Born Birthrights…
It hurts at first but my thirst for colorful movement turns my shirt bright…
More or less my own animal instincts guide me now...
I’ve got no need to hide my frown… Or side with it upside down…
Cause I’ve opened up the happiness of five senses together…
A jar with no cover to block the lenses already severed…
Mechanical geniuses helped me… So I owe them my life…
A handful of thesis’s that will figure out what the world’s like…
The baby boy I passed laughed at me but the face anguished…
Looking around for mama but she was getting a gangster face-lift…
The officer across the street was arresting an old civilian…
By the looks of it, for jay walking to earlier get to the pavilion…
The cat upon the crosswalk was bad luck enough for itself…
And although I do not want to I look to toughen up myself…
The purse snatcher was a female and it was girl-on-girl entertainment…
Wow, never seen anything like it from that picture for which I’ll paint it…
So many people to behold for which my easel I would have used…
But the fire consumed and left me with a conscience state to sooth…
I’ll thank you all again, scientists, for the chance you’ve let me have…
Now I’ll walk the path of the pain of blindness again… it’s the lesser wrath…
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