stream of thought. lyrical. beat.
call it what you like, here it goes.

***

Huh? oh, IVE got rhythm.

we do it nightly, oh.

we
gonna

take a minute, hey.

no, i dont dance (well)
but
i can lay down my chronic dispassion
like so many forsale signs.

we gon' bring it back, oh.

syncopations and sympathies
work it like its (actually,
not at all) the last dance party
in the grand old Nap'.

don' be
a
fraid

ill take
a
chance.

one little chance.

jus' one.

and
alluvasudden
the music stops and
the explosions start.

hey, a queen size bed ain't
best used for sleepin', no.

unsane that was insanely entertaining

very good

i party like that too

i completely believe that.