Das Channeling von Uhle-Haronen

Rock through

Make die

Give’em electropie

All the stage

Is of the Mage

The mares matter not

In the end their lot

Shall fall to the Sage

Know ye not what for

Their neither bears our nor?

’tis for their lies

They tyin’ up their ties

In earnest they wear this rope

Their discipline dope

Their last string

In cases to hang on

When not to sing.

Neckroundwise fathomth it, its sit, its shirtshitsweat under the neath, the overshowered, under-aired neck

Wheron no speck

On the outward to be seen.

Sweat then, sweetie

Into your bowels and arse

When upwards heat

Ye to beat

Swallowin’ farce

Round yer necks got stuck

Just for the buck

Ye suck

(Das Channeling stammt von Uhle-Haronen und könnte kleine Übertragungsfehler enthalten, da die Quelle zwischenzeitlich psychedelischer zu werden schien.)

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