Molluscan Magick

Red rover red rover until the ocean rolls over twenty-foot jub-jubs fill their nostrils with clover
We call the spastic flailing to the closer and the children hold hands and walk toward the tide
Oh no they are cold spans from a past life and this is now j. fisher with the odter on the mic
Running with a knife for vegetables and protection just hoping mayor mustard doesn't take the election
Mostly silly nonsense gross deeds and misconducts misdemeanours of our own constructs
Of play mobils and tonka trucks wonks go nuts for all deciduous life and such
And it is bonkers how the colours are amuck
Fuck
Hit the dolphins with the tractor beams pull em up and do a little magick at the scene like
Ladies and gentlemen i have brought you here tonight by the legion for a lesson in the
Molecular biomechanics of molluscan mucus secretion and i ensure the estivation is rarely more than a season
And this shy bit of calcium is a product of evolution and it's usually more of a spectators' occasion honestly...
Mercy me the apple of my eye spies high-tide youths playing seek and hide
My oh my how the seekers multiply and defy the rules set to deter defiance or you
Incur compliance and i assure obedience after flogged for hours within an inch of dying
The sheriff is in hiding in the spot under the overpass where the sun can't shine
And the run can't find the pace with just two legs so the hands have to change
So you can match the gate of the rapidly gaining empty space that masquerades as a solid waste
But with a healthy fang and a hunger pang

Over the little cliff of sand where the beach ran was where
The pearlescent crabs made their pearlescent babies with man
Or at least that was the plan
But they couldn't decide between claws and hands
Couldn't decide between tongues and mandibles
Couldn't decide between seas and land
Couldn't decide who was peg or hole
Couldn't arrive at an appropriate plan
So fuck it
I'll take this and you take that
And we'll make fists and you make clamps
We'll cuss and spit and flex like champs
Chill out bro, don't hold me back
Green tea all day i'm so fucking jacked!

Pebble to pool dribble to drool metal to fool idiot rule of most miserable fools
Pennies in the sack peasant, pony up
You are not my friend, homie, i don't give a fuck
Tell me what my name is and why i am here
Fill me up with anything but this overwhelming fear
Trace me back to something i can feel and then it's
(Poof)
Disappeared
Reappeared
Who am i? why am i here, again?
Troubles in my sleep and there's troubles when i wake
So am i living to dream or do i dream to stop making mistakes?
I don't know ask me when i'm closer to the grave
I still can't tell if this reality is fake or
If the castle is awake or
If the landslide stayed
Nothing is ever in the same place at the same time of day
But i can always find the words to say...