2…3…4

2…3…4
by Oscar Smiles
in a room nothing less
white walls caulked and eery
knives guns rolling stone mags
time and nascar flexing so far
come and go heave and hoe
my skull is for rent
crying eyes need not apply
eyes down eyes right eyes fucked
2…3…4 small bag of crackers
2…3…4 narcoleptic up 2…3…4’s
recruit thrashed and rethrashed
hotter than a motherfucker
from m.c.r.d. to o.s….a.a.
in a room nothing less
when it doesn’t come to ya
think think and rethink
blink blink and close
r.e.m. a play with reactors
curtains up 2…3…4’s
start talking motherfucker
get up…act relax act relapse
flexing in a room nothing less
my room is nothing less ordinary
come to think of it so am I
2…3…4 pull up marathon
pull push hexagon oxygen gone gin
up 2…3…4 been awhile…hey min
it’s important that eyes stay fucked
I face facts and react while reading acts
You made me think awhile drink awhile
Bowled a 162..3..4 watching your eyes close
Shaking your head emphatically
Watching your eyes blink blink close