Comic Freaks

Compton Chauncey
boredom has set in. heres a piece of the thunderclap of shit in my head. swept up sins spent your growths skin on shitty gin now we grin, tomorrow's cringe awake but limp, shift scene simply, scream a laser beam into the street, like comic freaks, not deceased, less peace, more must bleed, don't fuck with me and my personal choice of insane instability, obviously me and thee cannot breathe same beliefs, for a sheep on its knees, is blissful in its own vulnerability, yet me you see, a wolf not a sheep, off its knees breathing free don't accept me, with your turned cheek and hippie Houdini, porch pulpit perimeter breach gets a bit inside doped up kick to grope a filthy fable's pitch praise jesus