De-life is the one who asks for the way
It is good to know it when there are so many knives out.
I went to the farmer to ask for a lepping
And got told it was off today
And then it became apparent that he didn’t
Want to be them and though it began
To sound like there were a lot of timing and spotting
It was done to a ten-fold amount of starting
Fluidic juiced-up rage and terror.
Now it is about to be towelled down
By the rentboy and his friend the traitor
To me, the Christian-hearted filing clerk
Without a name. I wanted to be a long way from here
And now I am stuck in a feasible trend of lime-lighted
Authorities who want to eat me for dinner.