Jump Start

you must be a banter short of a rat caught
in a trap...
mis-lad ya tail
because nothing ever goes off the rails
if it's off the rails anyway

two hands go down downtown
a town where the witches rule the nights
little known is the spite in spided pity that's excluded
talk all you like and then ask to be excused
...
moved from a manure manner of dis-cancere

"takin' takin' prozac
sippin' on the cognac
takin' too much prozac
shipping life, float cognac"
a back hand - the two hands twist
'you must be an angry person
smokin' the ears son of extreme bud cannabits
bits of you think... that cotton wool bud pulled the wool over my eyes.. it's pure bud of reason made me a parallyser wiser than one could ever imagine

hands fly down towards Japan and the pan
pan over the head
you throw a pan over your head when guy called Stan comes over to give you his weekly goss(h)ip

you'd love to ship him off yet too expensive, ya get charged postage and package...

pack your bags and ears up

time for your body to make a move