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Milk the Chickens

from Greyscale Oblivion by Slumber Logic

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Gotta milk the chickens
Whatchyoudoing? Tryna milk these chicken
Out here tryna milk these chickens
Check..

Verse 1:

The 1 man psychodrama tragicomedy at the recreation centre not too many wanna see,
The afterparty’s for pachyderms is at the haberdashery.
If you’re not a pachyderm, it’s cool, you’re invited too.

The Slovin Foppery’s the stuff of legends,
The tap water that he’s suppin could probably cool your engines, and maybe your jets,
I heard this thing called internet is great for feeling like your under a constant threat.

Quiet as a first snowfall, frantic as a Nurse calls, Turpentine In nerf balls dispersed throughout the curtain call--got 6 million ways to call you on your bullshit but for aforementioned reasons I could not reach your pulpit--Dang…
Throw some hoobastank on it.
Butterfinger boomerang you can bank on it.
Feudalist minus tutelage, “We’ve never seen a Rutabaga enthusiast so exuberant, but he ruined his. What happened?”
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I was concentrated on milking these chickens
What am I doing? Tryna milk these chickens
Lets get out there, and milk the chickens
Yea, put me in coach:
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Verse 2:

You gonna pull those pistys or is you Whistling dixie,
Gonna unfurl the misty or you in it for a quickie, well

We hornswaggled by a smorgasbord of media
So sir, do you plan to buy these encyclopedias?
Otherwise, I got places to be, hands to kiss, babies to shake, booties to quake, loonies to scrape,
Sakoyas to shave into a toothpick city, and an angry mob to lead towards a lumber industry

From a sandpaper house looking for something that tickles
In a word full of poles, seeking somewhere in the middle
In room fulla tubas, just wailin on this bugle till my flapjack dinner down at the golden griddle--MMM….

Feeling like ta dollop of butter under the covers,
flustered frolick, on his collar: droplets of mustard,
Nutter butter, fluffer nutters Nutrageous, been Nupin pa nub in all de wong paces on a regular basis--veteran afid, pedalling a gentle brand of loving kindness for yourself and neighbour, Aww yes!
Everyone prepare to have their butts kissed,
Beloved till they peep how repug his lunch is,
Spit the rustic sputniks holding hints to the secrets of existence in an open fist:
they are this:
Bupkis.

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from Greyscale Oblivion, released November 1, 2021

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Slumber Logic Toronto, Ontario

slumber logic is a lucid dream where you decide to fly, the question of simulated life, growth patterns inherent in nature that coax adaptation, and the author's rakish lethargy.

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