Got Junk..? he's jonezing

gotta sleep gotta sleep as tired as a one gram meth snorter my boss in another life, he's a hoarder looking down at me as if you had actually finished those 27 credits 47 single alone no one to bone but you live for the Junk not the same as the junk you did god knows what for in Vancouver gettin stiff now no longer a mover, goin to yoga to get limber sex life in mind but that tree has already heard that echo TIMBERRRRRRR!feathers easily ruffled ..still alone though and your tears are muffled, balls popping out of ya pants cause it's been so long since they've shared a dance tongue like a snake around the big boss your laugh is fake for goodness sake your mind is totally baked clean shaven head filled with lead but really balding when you talk it's scalding you hold the respect of a naked streaking Hitler impersonator you negative imperfect searching masturbator