Like a tribute to the hip,
It's a gift you can pick,
Or a habit you can kick,
while you fend them off with a Stick
-The Rebirth of Slick
Saturday, May 21, 2011
Edison's Con
They blow smoke out their ass And pass it as gas High fees, bent knees. Let's hope it doesn't smell like rotten cheese. It's Edison's Con. And up up up into the air, it's gone.
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