Sick Puppy Paroles

Tastes bitter,
Tasted better glitter in reception era,
My out of town company used to be nearer,
Inspiration from frustration, my ear mouths do not litter,
New needs new, spirit havoc from cabin fever,
Here I fear a fear no clearer than the black I disappear in.

A sick puppy grows
Up to sick dog - knows
The medicine goes in being
More than I am until I am more than I am.

I find some solace in the malice of those I meet,
I find some solace under the yellow light of street,
I don't mean to orbit danger like flies orbit meat,
But the Earth is not my inheritance for I'm no longer of the meak,
My only possessions of value are the words I think to speak,
But I don't think before I speak,
So my words are food I eat,
Falling forward into fire, tight fists swirl the air higher, A sick puppy grows
Up to sick dog - knows
The medicine goes in being
More than I am until I am more than I am.