by William Skink
they hide it in a lipid coat to slip it pass your molecular guards a sly design that could provoke your body burning all its cards no longer do they hide their hand we're on warp speed once repo blew target softened on every front then force-fed fear of each achoo bizarro cartoon clown mach 10 slow down, breathe, the sun's your friend they can't create and that makes them mad we can and always begin again
