TOPHAT

Satisfied by the sax / rafters collapse / lavish snacks / laps that snap / paths tattooed like this one man army tracks his prey / engage the zombies crack open the bodies let whatever come that may / apocalypti present intrinsically / I seethe like what with a rutten bawdy attitude / slot spattered gilded faceplate wheezed distressingly in a different light / this time she burns vertically across them lines of latitude / gratitude reigns as servitude slain to circumvent not mine but our better view / vanquished bitter vantage point advantage to the prior skewed / knowledged now catalyst as I'm made of all kinds of shit / infinite percentages like all the world's cures can't hack my prime directive / this maker spoke the seed of life into being planted / this master choked on the atom to bring forth Eve and her Adam / now imagine what I'll birth when I put intention behind this spit / aim the barrel at the heart of myself and the universe and let that shit go 'click'...