Histrionics at holes in a cat that walked in on a story
But still no real knowledge
And can you read a world map full of directions
And all the different names for streets
To invigorate is to navigate.
Towards a hat store to purchase And wear my own oppression
via taking the bull to the opticians of false pride in learning to Read
I could of learnt to make a paper hat like lears from a on demand tv.
Story’s Of runaways living within rebuilt skylines
With a oil field of audio but no fish for its line
Reel lovers of Shakespeare and Second class vocals
Of A self entitled stamp collector.
With a missing penny black Scoring with
The words found on Fornicating currency
And no citation need for the spinning drop
Set to broken ballerina music box
And a ego laid to rest in nineteen eighty
and what makes you a free man than me