Hell with them pit stains, let’s see your palms,
spread a fan of them tight and widening above,
declare your bitter love for Me, you petty marks,
in the upper-right pocket, scratching My gutter!
I wanna lie to testify for My tiny finger puppets,
take a cue from jail and stick it within the crowd,
clip its top to then go wildly nudging everybody,
until all six wells flood without a drop of water!
Lines of sight for racks constricted in My pyramid,
spotted anywhere I’m feeling it from tomorrow,
tricked-out as powder sprays off both connections,
might raise the bet if I cover My past delinquency!
Kick a bridge across the green to coldly cheat,
eyeshade allowing for very careful indiscretion,
dawdle with every shot so competitors give in,
collecting the entire pot as sperm on a magazine!
Got y’all oddly naked, flying over My empty table,
set them balls up again and enter another round,
leaving Me bent for the last try, barely concerned,
to keep Myself interested, I’ll change the rules also!
Turn down that yellow light and drape the field,
this Shark’s had enough courses for today’s meal,
now climbing those stairs toward a needed rest,
fall asleep or awaken, uh, I forget which is which!
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