Gourds My Time, Yer Time
Folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out yer hole
Dont intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise
Now peter had paul don't have it I have it have it said i
In this rolling glowing growing stolen place that don't belong to me
It ain't funny you say ok I had it up to here with you
This giddy little lifetime yer time my time don't agree with you
Some temper axes in the fire some sharpen knives upon a stone
Some chop up veggies in the hobart some use the bloody robo coup
