Shock Jockey

I feel as though I've experienced
My life inside a day
I feel like my protuberance
In this meeting meets the pay

I think that your persistence
Has whittled at my bones
Enough for my belligerence
To rip me from the phones

Enough for my belligerence
To Rip me from the phones!

It's The eloquence of nude
It's motions of silence
To spill proverbial believing
In the science of the fence

It's the mark of a tool
The wrench of repentance
That screws you in and screws me into
Threads of the resistance

The screws you take to screw me into
Threads of the resistance!



Credits
Writer(s): Tony Renzema
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