the crispy whispery voices of the naked hungry clones made their way beneath my rusty dusty skull and bones description of encryption had been floated out to see but I ain't no doctor so dont ask me the coating on her carpet left a twinkle in my eye but when I made it home I didnt know if I should laugh or cry cops keep patrolling around and around same old block same old town movements follow scripted voices a medieval circus clown beetle bailey wont you give me back my life pa** the bu*ter but please dont pa** the knife the pounding was pursuing the crossed path I had to take up above my head the crucifix and down below my feet the snake hat tipped hair tossed back my eyes pushed out to see but I aint no doctor so dont ask me teething breathing mud and blood back to my brain caressing what it was the sweet beat of my cane