My Time, Yer Time

Folds and folds of hurling whirling words come spilling out yer hole

Dont intellectualize yer eloquent vomit when you rise

Now peter had paul don't have it I have it have it said i

In this rolling glowing growing stolen place that don't belong to me

It ain't funny you say ok I had it up to here with you

This giddy little lifetime yer time my time don't agree with you

Some temper axes in the fire some sharpen knives upon a stone

Some chop up veggies in the hobart some use the bloody robo coup