Somebody in a cultivated moment of distress [bad word] himself enough to artfully carve Zoso in his desk
They was probably thinking [bad word] you [bad word] you [bad word] you in they head
With a [bad word] bound arm and a acidy wash
Homemade curfew a thousand o'clock
And a pot leaf tattoo his friend did [bad word] 
Like a badge of mystique that technically sucked
Taking the name of the father in vain
On the way to the blade in his locker
Estranged
switch he lifted from a sibling's skivvy drawer
Who branched off into ninja stars
And never knew his [bad word] was sharked
Here with a higher purpose
And a prime alert to juvenile beserkers
Like Crocea Mors in a arcade drop claw gouging a valentine for Miss Othmar
Watch
Capital Z(ed), slowly maneuver the O
S is the most difficult to control
Finally O
Into the eye of Goliath you goes
That levee [bad word] percussion that levy [bad word]  percussion’ll pull the monkey upright
Twelve or ghetto blaster
Black or technicolor telecaster
Lecture at a faster rate than the class was making them develop backwards
It would appear you spelled out all the answers

Somebody in a cultivated moment of [bad word] [bad word] themselves enough to magic-marker “Zulu” on these chucks
They was tryin to do the buckle font from ‘renegades of funk‘
In a 3d frame of exploding brick
And whiz-lines for the locally motion sick
Beyond gross but evoked a host of “oh dip” where a social neurosis owned the whole strip
Heart of a cat with a lark in his mouth in the marrow of waiting his guardians out
Flashlight
Chisel tips
Milked venom
Pistol grip
Images relocated from milled vellum to scissor kick
Silent agreement at hand
King of the hill for a queen of the damned
She in the doorway seething began “that clean white pair had a 3-year planl”
Oops
Capital “zed”
Radical “u” in the cut
 [bad word] to beautiful “l"oser it up
U and he done
Collateral damage a future alum
That key to Shambala
Planet rocking
Bambaatta
Sample chop
Churning out a cancer for the vandal squad
Analog
And he finds
Animated colors on a page
Like synthesized cultures on a stage

Somebody in a cultivated moment of [bad word] themselves enough to publicize "the Zeros” in this stall, they was scoping every dog and pony previously scrawled, with a festering hate for the gum drop edge, ‘disco sucks’ tee, punk‘s not dead, but a transient teen unsung godsend, via 3 bar chords and a mugshot grin, cheese, sign of [bad word] tone in the face of authority thumbing nose, cutting it’s teeth
Pretzled up in special order vinyl, and birds that dip their belts in little metal porcupine quills, 2 dutch at a show in the front, low-key to the can for a smoke and a [bad word]  Trixie, fixing her lipstick up, when his mitts got bit by the mischief bug, snatchl, capital “zed”, terrible “e” in vermillion red, gimme an “0” and a slippery “s”, over a web of the [bad word] bands, that beat your heart out, never bleeped your favorite parts out from a learned curve, of bird fingers bursting out of germs burns, urgently, offered through the circuits ofan earlier plot, I’ll see you at the

When they ask how you, feeling you, tell em you, feeling like, something important died screaming, you, tell em you, feeling like, something even more important arrived breathing, something you should probably try feeding
When they as how you, living you, tell em you, living like, something important died hissing, you, tell em you, living like, something even more important arrived giving, something you should probably try willing