In a crass zig world of zagging
Dripping empty bottle passion
Dirty stripes wash off
on a dust free cloth
expose every color lacking

False winds blow golden oldies
Broken window dressings moldy
Minty fresh stale air
Forms a wick crosshair
Always keep those candles smoking

Snap crack
Stab back
Transparent goat hack

Tie dye twelve long dead roses
Pluck their carcass fast and boldly
Crushing thorns inside
Every pocket ride
Time will shoot down your bogie

Flesh of cold soft plastic bullets
Fired from an inverse pulpit
Your aim in exact
Too many names abstract
Can you even see your bullshit

Zig zag
Pig hag
Barometric wind bag