The Fitness

Jumping the jam, I am peter pan, doing a man, don't know his name at this dam. Down-stream is a clam, up is a nap- I creak when I walk, never stop for talk, just smoke a lot, and hope for a magical robot, to intercept the hotness right outta the golf. Reading a lot, speeding at the shop, rotating at the main evacuation, suffocating during masterb#***$! Stoning without stoners to bank it, waiting for sin to just spank it! I read the riddles, and rape the shingles- right off red roofs, of old men sitting in bagels. I retort the regime, I run from the scene, I do all the same drugs, I hate all the same thugs.