Everyone
drives that way swimmingly
the more
the noise sounds in the ear
we dance
high with a sick driver
why is
there a chair
on her neck
and drinks
bending the
whirlwind's will into a hole
the volt of
fortune lies the hours in zero.
Live fully
Live in
prayer
Live hugs
love life
and a lot
of mosquitoes about our sick driver.
The body
lifts in every curve
and above
the curve swells community
read on the
number plate it says petrol
filled to
the brim
rocket fire
on flame fire
and our
driver clears the church hill
every note
is a suitcase throng
to our ears
- a chorus
sick driver
loves us.
In the back
of the bus - sick driver loves us
on a flying carpet lies sick driver
we ride on
cotton clouds with our sick driver
and at
every turn summer becomes a sick driver
the
community village swells
the
community is
sick driver
is just ears
delicious
fruit in the stomach -
sick driver
sick driver
sick driver.
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