Playin Possum from Witchdoctopus by Witchdoctopus

Paint the town red like fire and blood
Let it sink real slow in the mire and mud
When we think we know all the liars and thugs
Pinnochios are poking holes and cutting the rug.

Home has shown it self to be
The place my head and lungs can breathe.
Externally, I'm sure to be
The one to see what one could be.
Life as a seed, strife once complete
will lead us from the seed to trees
to families with living dreams
to grow slowly eternally.
Society's just words to me
languages of burdening
labels for a social scene.
But why distort our needs till we
want nothing but a comfort scheme.
Build one fort in a family tree
eat our weed in worlds of green
Peace is when we don't need to speak.
Pieces of our selves will bleed
only when our actions cease.
Fuck all police.
Fuck all beliefs.
Fuck memory, it's sin to me.
When will we, as a whole,
toke a bowl with our enemies?
The energy to be released destroys disease,
propels our feet,
and leads us into the great outdoors
to let us see what it's laid out for.

There's a fog sleeping on the air
giving a cold to the nation.
Executing invisible long division
and cultivating multiplication.
There's no method to the madness
and no deathbed to the sadness.
There's a bedwetting meth-head
seeping red into a mattress.
My pen has turned to keys to pick locks
and stack heavy like brick blocks,
Water money like ship shops. Sipping scuttlebutt,
so no need for rebuttal. Cut
open home around my heart
to sleep and leave me befuddled. But
you see nothing. I breathe, keep puffing.
Stealth mode. Hell, no I ain't bluffing.

My fears creep in your ears and
leave you freaking for years
at the creaks in your gears
caused by the seeping of the weeping of tears.
Hold on tight to your greasy bolts
and run like colts on Jolt
Or you'll get stunned with my volts
when I flow thunderbolts.

We need more warmth to wet the winter.
Let's open our sores and set the splinters.
And enter back in a cesarian section.
I'll be the puppeteer if you're the marionette, son.
You know we're smoking that flotsam and jetsam
Sure to be toking, we ain't got some we'll get some.
High as George Jetson, time to take your bets in.
Never can win, but we're just trying to learn a lesson.
Think I'm gonna rest some; build me a houseboat,
Stack so much cheese that
it'd make a fuckin mouse choke.
Show you what the south fo
posted up in scout pits
Invisible when outdoors
in our camo outfits.

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