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Baggage Claim
8.20.13
Baggage Claim
Pack a piece for distant travel
Emotions make baggage unravel
Points of madness, we can have it
Damages demand of dear agnes
Relationships whip with the sailing
Treasure the trips over railings
Feelings became failings
Ceilings hit salines
Tears point to north; waves foam and froth
My fears ran rampant, dank and stagnant;
wet and putrid - loose, not lucid
Through the nooses, look what you did
Hung for crimes, this time I'm stupid
Sick for seeking, breath is reaking
Drunk for chaste, the waste is leaking
The taste for timid, when single livin
When color by number, by god and by thunder
By Thor-ing, by story, by Denzel, by Glory
By Morgan, by freeman, by crying no reason
We shoot for the roof to examine the scoring
Then pepper our speech as a source for self-steamin'
The pages, young ages
A tale for the table
In trouble then double
Been lame and been able
Been big and been clock
Been therapy, been shock
Been thanked before yanked while being played and what-not
Come hip with the stirring
By kiss and the flirting
From lips come the purring
Walk slow, in no hurry
Dem tings we no worry
Been sol and been sorry
In sun sweat is running
Lick spice, been in curry
Too hot, then unworthy, unshirt me
Come lashes, come freedom
Come thrashing and bleeding
No asking, no heeding - I'm thirsty
To pass through the ether
The song of the seeker
Write piece for appeasement - when dirty
Without rhyme and unreason
The piece keeps on creepin
I think for the freak - I'll be drinking
Baggage Claim
Pack a piece for distant travel
Emotions make baggage unravel
Points of madness, we can have it
Damages demand of dear agnes
Relationships whip with the sailing
Treasure the trips over railings
Feelings became failings
Ceilings hit salines
Tears point to north; waves foam and froth
My fears ran rampant, dank and stagnant;
wet and putrid - loose, not lucid
Through the nooses, look what you did
Hung for crimes, this time I'm stupid
Sick for seeking, breath is reaking
Drunk for chaste, the waste is leaking
The taste for timid, when single livin
When color by number, by god and by thunder
By Thor-ing, by story, by Denzel, by Glory
By Morgan, by freeman, by crying no reason
We shoot for the roof to examine the scoring
Then pepper our speech as a source for self-steamin'
The pages, young ages
A tale for the table
In trouble then double
Been lame and been able
Been big and been clock
Been therapy, been shock
Been thanked before yanked while being played and what-not
Come hip with the stirring
By kiss and the flirting
From lips come the purring
Walk slow, in no hurry
Dem tings we no worry
Been sol and been sorry
In sun sweat is running
Lick spice, been in curry
Too hot, then unworthy, unshirt me
Come lashes, come freedom
Come thrashing and bleeding
No asking, no heeding - I'm thirsty
To pass through the ether
The song of the seeker
Write piece for appeasement - when dirty
Without rhyme and unreason
The piece keeps on creepin
I think for the freak - I'll be drinking
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