chicken gristle milk thistle grab a pistol launch a missile blow a whistle is it wistful get a fistful or mouthful throw in the towel buy a trowel seal your own fate below the sewer grate thats the slime of your mind wasting time on hate while you masturbate trying to sensate and satiate what you can't ignore its the substrate of Greece thats irate that they got empty plates and no medicine to treat the sick man i feel like a dick with my warm meal that i didn't have to steal the hot shower than I can take any hour of the day and the only thing that stands in the way of me and that is a network connection thats shot to hell riddled with more leaks than than Ray Bradbury gots  freaks dripping from the pen to the paper while i stand like a gaper staring maybe i should be glaring or averting my gaze cause i don't like what i see through the haze.