My
identity was mistaken
but
who can blame them
After
I used the words
that
I had taken
So I'm fabricating bail
by counterfeiting money
Red
and Green on paper
drawn
in crayola castration
I
stroked my shark skin suit
My
hand slid down my thigh
Threw
my squalid hair back
and
smiled with my eyes
You
always look at me
and
ask me what I need
but
the money that I've made
I'm
wearin' on my sleeve
Rub
my tongue across my dentures
That
really need a clean
Piss
against the wall
As
I step into the station
I'm
checkin' my castration
Urine
runs down the drain
Step
aside from the current
As
I'm waitin' for my train
Above
my head the cars keep goin'
I
can tell from the exhaust
Leaving
stains across my face
And
my dentures need a wash
My
suit it was mistaken
in
its fluorescent grey perception
And
the money that I've made
Crumbled
into bills for my reception
Stepped
aside from the currents of cars
As
I stole the words I need
I
drew them with my tongue
and
whored them on my sleeve
Counterfeiting
my identity
to
make bail
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