soft sword

Rolling dick upon my jeans

I steal some swag from other thiefs

I keep my eyes as clean as

You can imagine

I sell no more

You flow away

I say "one more"

You ask again

What time is it?

Again?

Let evening start

Let's start a crime

You leave familiar things

Behind

Who starts to cry -

Sells no more drugs

They get nothing

A farm

A gorgeous warm

Against the autumn cold

A nuclear war

Against a dartboard

Where are you at, my lord?

Who left snakes

Around my yard?

Why would you put your hands

On man's eyes?

Why soft is hard?

Why hard is soft?

We can not trade these things so much