Flick

I can flick a cigarette butt

Further and with more accuracy

Lots of practice, i guess

Someday we will all be editors

That jumps around from person to person

And bites you on the ass

A certain static is required

The albino butterfly

Thank you thank you very much

Little spiders making little webs

Nuts is what you have become

Kind of fractured of the facts

Dylan and drugs and the sweat bee

Shake and stretch the stiffness out

Exercise? Not right now

Applauded for your idleness

Connects to a power line

That runs over my head

In the cool wet morning air

As we sit under a tree

Thank you thank you very much

Little spiders making little webs

Nuts is what you have become

Kind of fractured of the facts

An upsidedown wire heart

Being sucked into a periscope

Still the mind is dull

Like you need another excuse

Your thoughts lift like a fog

As the sun burns it away

A soft ball and a stick

And the imprint that it makes

Like a chamber from a gun

After the shooting's done

This is what you have become

Now make something out of it