Sanitize your hearts leave your fucking hands
Not all hatchets get buried in the sand
If the King dies who is second in command?
Friend or Foe; Dove or Crow.

Dust fills the room with distrust
Lust oozes from saliva he must confront
The previous night they had made a racket
Their mattress shook back and forth
From dusk till dawn he kept every message on his phone
Thanks to Überlube for instilling water under her bridge
Like gliding on ice Nathan slid in her warmth with persistency; she did not resist it

Peeling off his own skin with a butter knife; living a double life
Kitchen window was closed
Both lips were froze
Winter came early it was cold for the immigrants
Christian's mother was laying on her back
She had to get the money for Jack
He needed to start School
Relentlessly breaking the rules under his Queen Priscilla

When the clock striked midnight
Men with Money, Respect and Power
Reached out for a happy hour
I swear on my life; that Life is sour
The petite woman in a short skirt, wearing a fishnet and a crop top was Jack's mother - Nathan her older brother
Releasing children in someone else's mother

The man living upstairs
First door to your right
He has been writing all night
Viewing everything from his flat
He plays tennis but doesn't like the racket
His neighbours have been making.

"Nathan deeper!!"


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1951, J.D. Salinger, The Catcher in the Rye, Chapter 25:
That's one nice thing about carousels(SIC), they always play the same song.