"Hot Blooded American"
I'm really so cool it's hot.
My head is working in slow motion.
The world spins rapidly, in a rush to get nowhere.
Nothing for something and something for nothing.
Hell's bells ring while quartets sing.
Songs whispered.
The world's going to the pot.
Who's not?
Hit you in the G's s spot.
Worth twenty billion Grand.
I have have your support.
Until your bodies run short.
See you in heaven's court.
By Jonathan Billet
07/31/2015-Revised 08.02.15
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