[love trash music when slowed down,
like fried fish for the eardrums]
Skidding along outskirts, laughing with lunar tic,
serotonin on the mind, inclined to unwind
along back roads I’ve never known before, brain thick
with wanderlust, plus regular lust, try to find
divine path down dirt roads paved but been forgotten;
that’s fine… in shadows, margins, and fringes, folks can
still cultivate loungin’ lives while world’s gone rotten,
but fuck it… enjoy life better with lesser plan,
avoiding downpressor man, living off the phat
of the nether lands; dirtgod is back roads by birth,
feel more at ease where the shine is gone; y’all chase that
blood diamond polish, I’m good griming back to Earth,
tripping along this wayward path, ready to split
in other direction right quick with outside wit.
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