The clearing in the forest was also the stage where I was to perform.
The poser of a host spent his last minutes talking up a storm.
Just the every day norm, You were there blazé with a group so cool not to care,
The poser told me to wear the guitar and be bold, so I threw the strap over my shoulder
And recited into the suburban drizzle sitting there sleeping brain and heart holders
Would they absorb it and derive, any meaning for their boutique lives
I recited more, my voice crackling out like a cold kalashnikov muzzel
Squirting words all over the muddle of murmuring drizzel
Pretty soon I bombed not failed but exploded burning the bush off
Like a Ritual Brazilian tree cull but more sparks and nastiness
They woohooed on time as I rattled the tension with tropes of speech
I kickstarted their praise and euphoria i tickled their nerves peachy
I rode up inside the valleys of their fantasy and back out holding
little pebble size amphetamine jewels from their souls
Roof phantoms caught them and back home would smash them up and snought them
in bliss throwing words into my slumber so I'd conjure up the next number
Thus I make it all rhyme and force your mind to wander so luridly
With me behind the stage into fresh overgrown obscurity
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