Cumshots

I am not a chicken

[Verse 1: Zach Quinn]
Cumshots
Random fleeting tidbits of justification
Must write them down before the final bulb burns out
Scribbled confused
Kneel down before high priest of patronization
He bleeds of truce and privilege billows from his snout

[Chorus: Pears]
How mighty
(How utterly beautiful)
The motions a nonchalant charade
I'm tiny
(So swimmingly I stumble)
March to the dumbs of bananas on parade

[Verse 2: Zach Quinn]
Chill out
Toke up
Expected the unexpectable waning
Of simple certainty that things remain the same
Amtrak incubation on the unmaintainable maintaining
The hurt clings to me
Bits of glitter
Adorned I came

[Chorus: Pears]
Model train set
(I'm at the epicenter)
Flag down conductor and dose his lemonade
In this armchair
(I eat my shit for supper)
Succumb to quiet
The bananas on parade