Bactine versus Bakhtin (Take Three)
Mike and me sometimes wonder what the fuck is worse
Shit like that bolted, blue-haired girl being so beautiful
Out of reach or being lost among the erased faces what wear
The strapped on clown suits downtown. We've resurrected
Words like bogue and choice and bomb, unearthed the dead
Talk of older brothers and sisters, drunk aunts and uncles
With barked knuckles and back pocket ratchets. All those words
Used wrong but right to keep the no-nothings in the dark when
I tell the truth about how bomb it is to score a choice spoonful
Tie off, slip away when all this shit just gets too fuckin' bogue.
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