I will watch you run
When I light the sun
And a world is done
From its thirst for fun

So don’t call me son
If your life has none
For my tongue to pun
Once I have your gun

Well it’s been a month
And I still can’t shunt
What the air will grunt
With a truth so blunt

That I need to hunt
And take all the brunt
When it shows in front
What has been your stunt.



I’ll push the knob
Don’t squeeze a sob
Your eyes can’t rob
Cause time’s a mob

A tick and tock
To kick and mock
What I must lock
That you can’t block

Don’t paint a scene
Cause where we’ve been
Is stained with gin
That dried your sin

It’s time to stitch
So I won’t bitch
Or else you’ll twitch
Just like a witch.


In all his days
The white dog pays
To build more ways
Or so he says

With one foul kiss
That he can’t miss
The dog drinks piss
And licks the diss

He begs for more
And shows his core
To feel the sore
From all that gore

The light is dark
It leaves a mark
But he won’t bark
He needs the park.


You said good night
And dimmed the light
When I was right
To show my sight

Have I been wrong
To make you long
For one old song
That made you strong

You dug a hole
And dropped your goal
To let it roll
Right out your soul

I had to hope
That you would cope
To change your scope
And cut the rope.