brownchickenbrowncow

money making the babies cry shaking in cradles while fat old men grease the pockets of lonely pediatricians everybody needs somebody to talk to. as dollar signs revert republics to childhood longing crying with eyes on a prize, burn the banks & cross your fingers & let the babies sleep. theres something for everyone and I have been set free whine babies whine at my selfish demeanor those who know little and have much always want something more. all ive got is this mask keeps me hidden and gold safe from you vultures break your reaching fingers playing parts all the way home home to resting faces psychotic souvenirs of all forgotten days HOW DARE YOU MOCK ME the sweat inside the masks alone is worth more than your life?!!?! and i am weary of the man who wears the one mask, convinced. how, in the halls of forever changing everything, can you wear but one!? how, could you? my head hurts for answers and all you give me is one' lousy fucking face. bored to tears of this face ive known this face for 3 eternal minutes IS THIS ALL!? to life? to you? i am master of all things behind the mask COULD FREE YOU TOO!!!!!one look. keep it up let it burn with the glow of ten thousand flashes paint it up take it on the road & up the flagpole outside to the man in the black suit sellng tickets to poke holes in the sky everyone should leave there mark on something. lonely broken boys and lonely broken shoes left out to acclimate but oh how we do. patch the holes in your perforated skies & do your worst. keep yourpermission your word means dick and the tickets are ablaze post-epiphany. let horns die as i assume my position the whole fucking world is crazy & I am the king. keep your gold I know I'm king.