The Moxie

I can read for days, and write through the hypes, I can age old beer with emotional nights, I can eat a whole pie, and pray not to die, I can sleep with no sound, just like you hide behind the pound, I can see the wind, I can taste the sky, I can see that I wasn't here first- because...look! There! That's the real guy! I can find a foundation, and prove procreation- But I can't do it alone, I need gyration, ...So far away from being old, from singing songs that get played out by the bowl, ...But the apes did there part, and so did the Nazi's... and so did the internet... and so did the moxie... Because real people like jocking- and fake ones like coughing, Needy nights keep popping! While wasted winter is still flopping. When a dead prince is beating and haughty- you are still lying- and you are still bossing! So keep reading the facts, keep praying for slack, keep wasting precious brain, and making another feel insane, come out and mac! Do it again, and again, and again and again! Be gone in a pack- like micro germs- you discovered my nack.