The Drive Away

I'm here              
Feeling like a different man now              
slither in sand now              
withered glands growl              
giving scowl to witches indifferent      
to my dance              
and my Bands power              
cross hands to pan showers              
entranced by plants and flowers              
I ran to cowards              
Damn the hour, good riddance              
to pitiful pittance and sins admittance            
 
Shin splints a hindrance              
not to soul or sentence              
not to woe or limerick              
wont fold or give in              
Im bobo the gibbon            
no bows or ribbons, no gift giving              
lo, behold              
the world is written              
I spit, you’re smitten              
then I steal your mittens              
rip stick shift to a new beginning              
I'm gone