Every person I meet it feels like a reunion every meal I eat feels like a communion every time I take a seat its a lazy afternoon and its never too soon sends me to the moon never leaving the room. I just want a sandwich but its getting hard to manage this collateral damage you got to hand it to the bandits of the bandwidth crimes kept candid burning our candle wicks, this mantle sticks These antlers fit when I go rutting The bough is budding ready for the cutting my manner is thick my cancer is sick the cliff is jutting and ready for the plummeting this analysis causes paralysis generational heavy lifting babies are born with calluses building facades of palaces with small allowances buried in the balances we grew up mean in the pyramid scheme crushed by the calendar and cash machine living so lean for that hill of beans everybody kills for the green behind the scene sells their soul to smithereens to reach their downsized dreams for me and mine we all drink the wine while biding our time continually crossing the line pretending its fine thats life in the melon rind when you got a boot up your spine you return the favor in kind