Beats of a different drummer
Stuff and things man,
Stuff and things
As the angry rain runs down my chin
Mixing with my spit
To form a rabid countenance
On the face of a babbling madman
Too much lost love
Drools away like spitting after the dentist
Rinsing away all hope and awareness
What remains is only the Ideals
Good or bad
Angels and demons wandering
In your shoes and the soles
Splashing the remnants of society's insanity
Upon your worn blue jeans
Wandering the hazy streets
In the sickening street light not quite yellow
Garishly bringing out the bugs
Even after mosquitos have gone for the season
Puddles with rainbow residue
Reminding the muck never rinses away
Just building under your feet
Feeding the seedlings underneath the pavement
What will grow from the wastewater?
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