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B is for Vent

i blame drake for this. listening to "over" on repeat you see.
the following though, is all mine

I vent my brain
Open an airlock
And let the crap go out into the
Dead-dead-dead
Of space-space-space

I vent my brain
Grab a hose and open all these windows
The stench is getting higher
It smells like some bad toes

Quickly!
Someone call the cleaner
Come and smoke the place up
Don’t let the heresies linger
Linger-linger
Linger-linger-lingum
Too much on this mind
Search the earth to find
A way - I take my time
Problem is,
My time is money
And that money is wasted
on the tho-thoughts
of money
I vent my brain

I vent my brain
Open an airlock
And let the crap go out into the
Dead-dead-dead
Of space-space-space

Clean my house
Sell the real estate to God
Reap the profits of this exercise
This venting
This venting of my brain.

Open an airlock
And let the crap go out into the
Dead-dead-dead
Of space-space-space.

27:04:10 ©
tracy j h

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