Catcher

  Till a pile of styx  I had a sip, trying to drown Out the ordinary, or throw it, like when we fought with Nelly On the radio. Ours was Mexican, to keep the ratings low, and needing a plumber. Oh, are you still homicidal, joker style? The sun thuds as we give a thumbs up. You said I hope you die, yet he heard it as diet, while my foundation seemed a low key dial. But it was minor misdemeanoured; you didn't really mean it's just this minute You want a kilometer bubble of personal space Time cos you've come down Stairs taunted enough already 30/20 vision of me and mine, or you, as fish in a radio, drinking till our heads are way more geo than the capital that fiends their war crimes, and everything we were as much as wore are crimes. Brother, you pass out like no other, and more  Do I wake and or sleep Walk "is stupid"s along the way Side effect of the goon and lemonade hands me a painting. I look back at him and hes not toohey but greene, not white but...