The weight of wonderful enthusiasm. That seldom sarcastic, oft than not roundaboutHERE(..) religious level of Wranglesome Rhyme. Their… “YEAH, YEAH, yeeeeeaaaah!!” Minds —
Done ANDdusted and YET, remarkably QUALIFYING themselves to having had the OMG time of their old, B-R-U-I-S-E-D and TaTtErEd lives . These typical throw-away lyrics, delicate and Utterly dystopian effing dreamsOfTh€ir$ — as a SILLYlittle enthusiastic man SCREAMS, wholly in search to see
J-U-S-T How Many Times he actually CAN lose hisRETRACEABLE-MIND. “It’s fine.. it’s not fuckin* fine. That inner-ward LEVEL OF.. perhaps pentUPbrilliance when inescapably play-penned with
LUDICROUS LEVELS OF—
Sizeably Significant yet u-t-t-e-r-l-y UnofficialResilience.” These nonENTITLED artists who shall HAVE A HEART and stroll AS FAR AS their TRIANGULAR souls will judgementally take ‘em – “Just three, Please,” boxes of unhealthy Virginia West cigarettes will do, “Thank You.”
Wondering WHENEVER(?!) will the plagiarised penny finally
LandItselfATOP Of Their RETRACTABLE palms. “When will it all make.. fully
Fucks*ke and comfortablyIdioticSense, Though(?)”
All of this, as her bombastic little singular sense of UP ALL NIGHT(………. ..) insight seems to have caused a seriously Substantial Stir…
Over the Border & DeliriouslyBackBetween:: these pissHAPPYpeople whoShall struggle to dAnCe
… … …
with Their freeness of Carefully CONstructed criticism: IS.. a revolving door
To nonnegotiable happiness, actually
And, way we see (f)it, “they may as well HAVE THEIR tHeOrY-OF-DAY.” No more distinguished delay
No more distinguished delay
