Look at you
Look how you look
On that hilltop
By that meadow
Spatulating the exchange rate
With bees
Saved-up salisbury steak grease
And fried chicken gristle
From the ‘70s
Just look at you
Steve of Queens
Doompollening the lagoon
Where the boys are
But the girls aren’t
Where shit happens in the real
And everybody’s dragging their spinning rims
Uphill for no good reason
So mouthy
A lout
All chinos and cake
All boots on the ground
Trippin’ balls
And shit outta lunch
Shit Outta Lunch
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“Spatulating the exchange rate
With bees?\” -I thought about spatulating for a long time.
I needed a four-syllable word that sounded like that and didn’t want to use “masturbating” — on second thought, “Masturbating the exchange rate/With bees” works.
This:
ust look at you
Steve of Queens
Doompollening the lagoon
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