Before you go off plucking pickles ponder this

[realm]

Past the drought, the clout you brought about,
opening your mouth, but not a word comes out.

Steal the feeling, heal the ceiling, cleaning out my drawers.
Scissors for Mr. Poor, a hurricane is cleaning out my store.

For the people, by the madmen reeling on my sheets.
I'd like to ask you for some dimes, i'll let you steal my seat.
Speakers speak, a leak runs from their bowels.

"Excuse me, I think that son of a bitch could use a towel."

Foul play, dowels in the clay of pots that rot throughout the day.
Purses put away, separate the heavens from the fray.

Fuck tomorrow and today, I borrow from a blade,
it left a scar that sharpens on my face.

Partly in a daze, partly in a race, partly in a page,
I guess im partly partial to this party that I praise.

Mongrels on the hunt for blood and drugs to feed the night,
speaking for myself, i'm just a scoundrel looking for a fight.

The way I see it, Peter should have picked the pipe,
the peppers weren't packed and the pickles weren't ripe.

Before you go off plucking pickles ponder this,
are you borne, and do we exist?
(I'll borrow words from my dearest friendly Jim)

-Realm


(Feedback welcome)

 

[Raz]

Fuck, you're good.

The whole thing is awesome but I love how it picks up speed from this:

Partly in a daze, partly in a race, partly in a page,
I guess im partly partial to this party that I praise.

and then doesn't let up.

 

[realm]

Thanks, Raz you are too kind