Can’t you explain that one more time, but slower?
Look, I’m sorry, but I’m just not getting it.
Everything is just jumbled in my brainpan
And it is leaving me almost seasick as I navigate the morass
Really I got it the first time, but I just wanted to mess with you.
So smooth. The clear liquid hardly burned.
He knew this batch would sell well
It just meant dodging the Feds till he dropped off this batch
Not that he hadn’t done hundreds of times
Eventually, his luck would run out, but hopefully not before the still did
Keeping on top was always Bob’s goal
It allowed him to jump over the obstacles in his way
Now the playing field was empty of most of the chafe
Giving Bob a clear idea of who is real competition was
Moving diagonally, he finally found his home
Enabling him to kick it to the next level
Caught in a straitjacket
Reaching for my ball point pen
Outside the moon winks at me
Opening the tiny spaces in my mind
Kicking anxiety into high gear
Everything is so so clear now
Down to my shadow that is bent and broken