Ping-Pong

Dizz bashing street scum
Slipping into hum drum delirium. 
Windows to the soul ajar
Jaw locked tighter than the mind of the onlookers Launching a quiver of transvocal quips between Sips of their piss coloured poison.

They ought to do it gently.
This truth's becoming vacuous
And the deontic logic residing in their minds becoming fatuous with velleity. 

Heinz means beans means hedonism
Feed them seratonin on a drip
Let them sip on that ping-pong ball that
Bounces throughthe halls of their consciousness. 

Happiness is relative said a man with a noose post coitus. 
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