Friday, 9 February 2018

Turn Left at t’ Mist

Even the pitch fire
In the street is biased
The chemist is dispensing mist
What they spray is
The gist o
I look for the flyest
Who’s gone today
But back tha ‘morrow
The Ida complex befits
The regrets for jobs 
Done by nuns
But for today
Much graft not be won
Much be lost
What they spray
So we get the gist
What they spray
So we exist 
What they spray 
From the wrist 
What they spray
When they spray
Turn left at t’ mist
On what they spray 
We cannot live
On what they spray
We just exist

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