They call you Mr. Fahrenheit.All that baby talk didn’t serve you. All that pharmacology betrayed you.Shit out and shot up, primed for the ride of your life. Have you fallen for freedom? Sidle up to the abyss of your mirror and take a long look. Thump back a few perkies and drive, drive, drive.Try not to blow your brainz clean out. Dad tried to warn you through leading by drunken example.Mom couldn’t keep her hands above the table.
Blackboulder 