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Submarine Dubs

from Weird Summer by Sankofa

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Enter the dragon, descendent of a sensitive senator’s son
Limbs splayed, perpendicular in a web the predator spun
Indebted to none, get a Beretta, for the fetish or fun
Second to someone uncompetitive dunce, dreading the drum
Tethered to sun, the rope is grinding into my shoulder now
Behold the golden sow, no calf to halve, hold, and mold around
Exorcise these demons with speed who then patrol the grounds
Heavy the dust of powdered spines beneath this molten crown
Rolling around in agony, dragging a bit of the raggedy doldrums drowned
Who told of founts who so them wholesome clowns in bold amounts
The trolls who trounce with bellicose billy goats and silly hopes
Spilling notes until we stoked the flames containing ill we stoked
Cracking jokes with jackalopes for half a pack of smokes
Window pane a painful constellation, grab a sack and go
Trash can be so attractive, bathe within the facet’s glow
Open casket casanova, shown within a passive note
Trash can be so attractive, bathe within the facet’s glow
Open casket magnetic, shown within a passive note

They crack smiles with blackened teeth framed with rabid need.
And grab a screen to try and find the sight that they haven't seen.
The trap it gleams a sickly red, a risky slick regret.
A tractor beam that briskly swept through the quickest breath.
The dual cassette decks that dubbed the dreams in submarines.
Above the cloud that some had puffed with loud conducted means.
Luxury trucks and buxom queens who pose amongst the fiends.
Slumped in something from Supreme, a bump to jump the team.
School of hard knocks Tecumseh deans becomes serene.
Holding jars of the plump and green, an abundant theme.
The drummer sticks speak of chromes to cream and wonder if.
Funds can sponge the dungeon grief, or smother it?
But to be fair, the beast lunges with its teeth bared and hungers.
For something more than it has, flying high and orbiting back.
Times are trife and days are long, survey the nascent trace of dawn.
and try to find a piece of this to leave my little name upon.
Times or trife and days are long, survey the nascent trace of dawn.
And try to find a piece of this to leave my brittle name upon.

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from Weird Summer, released June 20, 2020

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