Pigment indigo can’t clear the way for your blue child
Fuck your genes, your pretty consciousness
We’ve got something for everyone
Greasy 48 ladder steps ain’t much of a climb

Fantasy of heavens fog over your eyes
JC or CGJ in death still waste your time
Redundancy determined, stocked nuts for winter
Time only will remedy your hard earned splinters

Count your blessings and ask Forer
Little squirrels that always wanted more
The singularity won’t come in cells
So stay in yours and enjoy the shadows.