Skunky Beer

why am I so different? am I? I'm beginning to think that I just have a blown up ego, metamorphisis metabolic untrancible genetic generic flow flaw a reconditioned range of freedom gizz that's stuccado in yr craw, a wild and willy wondrous and silly piece of turd - that is the word, a point to this eternal ephemeral joint, that makes me doubt what it's all about A waste in a basket, hovering over a casket... nearing a fatal mask of death, what do I mean, the unobscene?... too tubular to be inbetween... gives me fitz to glamourize the sh!#^ty arses on TV, when what I really want to say is what I really want to mean... I'm in a trance now... a Holy Cow... a place to recognize and over despise... the simpleton lies.... the public cries for they fear no evil, and see little of what I know... they understand little, of what I hold under my big toe crap...my beer is warm