Ghost Writer

May 26 2009 ∞

Caught Them Outside

Caught them outside

Fucking with my ride

So the butterfly flips

And the blood flies

Little tough guy

You can call me A.I.

Ice blue eyes

Dulled by SSRI’s

And the chalk blows nice

But I avoid that ice

I didn’t come from trailers

I came from coal mines

Bump hard like Alpines

That thump on Dryden

In the city with the Y

That starts with a Z

And ends with an X

Over your eyes

Like when a cartoon dies

Shoot him now or shoot him later?

I’ll let Daffy decide

Try and duck this haters

Goodbye

-Ghost Writer