tattletale river
where's your orca strings quartet at tonight
you veritable vinagery victim
behind a dumpster and moldy
i smell it
i sit on an angry rock
it penetrates my fleshy bon bon.
it gives me scrapearoonies.
when i open my mouth all the way
i tell you the opposite with my very
open mouth about how rocks don't fly
rivers do and light did
but now the universe is overrrr
that's how we're here on this iseland together.
where's the dolphin duo microphone quartet at
i'm just sitting at the cafeteria
all bored like a fool eating my pudding
i could use an update or some flavor
i have plenty of pithy florescence
you know me and my anti-filiality
i need friends come on where is my performance.
