or a fire I can not drench.
There is not an opening I can not squeeze through,
theres no door jam I can't wrench.
I don't run, push, or pull
I just sit on the cold Chicago bench and watch my surroundings
with the eyes of a Monk
and the mind of a Pepe LePuew, the world's ever, best skunk.
With a test- I'll build a mask
with a stench I'll buy a fresh pair of nails
and hammer through the madness with the tenacity of
Gwen Stefani.
Lambness.
Just a ramble about survivin' ...... enjoy
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