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The Rubber
no camouflage or rental chick could have concealed his mindset combat boots and battle dress: guerilla in my sack !
i come here as a friend he said i heard him say these words before my best friend, too, is self-declared but he is not a rubber!
he built a thunderstorm from clouds he found on my brow he made it pour and caused a flood and made it look like blubber
i tried to read his mind did this include a drowning ? and as he peddled leisurely i wondered who that was
i call him The Rubber Chief Itch And Rub he rubs like no other he’ll never give up
he’ll use ‘em on you elbow and thumb he’ll rub and he’ll rub until it gets numb
he’ll rub it some more rub till it hurts he’ll rub it again till it gets sore
he’ll rub and he’ll rub rub till you bleed rub to the bone rub to the beat rub to the bone rub to the beat
he cut me a new asshole Said i was flubbing the dub, flubbing the dub
i drifted as i mused you know me, how i drift the way i do
behind my back he got inside of me making me the oilskin to keep him out of the rain
killing time in my tub stretching my hydraulic definition of kind turn
wet thing to remember: friends we make in heavy weather will be heavy friends
he makes me wear wet failure socks squeezing my poor moldy guts for some paltry sparks
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