Yes,
I'm a mechanic
Weaving
in and weaving out
Of
the potholes in my mind
Playing
chicken with ideas
Sort
of scared at what I find
Superstition
is a virtue
Keeps
me sane from time to time
If
I do it just like last time
Everything
will be just fine
In
my sleep I rotate gears
All
becomes innate in me
When
I wake it takes awhile
To
separate my entity
Today
I had an awful day
The
little green men had vowed
But
as this trany resurrected
It's
integrity better be self-endowed
If
I told you how I reckon
You'd
say “Oh that's so sick”
So
I'll just tell you stories
And
you'll think I'm really slick
Your
appointment's for tomorrow
We'll
overhaul and apply ointment
Have
it here at seven thirty
If
you dare, we really care
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