The Squeeze of an Agent Provocateur

The shoes that I bring turns the knob on the people

When the shrink and the dink want to sob with the steeple

For a bipolar disorder that went past the finish line

And a new world order they had waiting in clound nine

If only they had known that the bungalow isn’t the source crime

But the harsh black letters begetting cash through the dirt and grime

Spilt while … Read the rest

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