"A Hot Sun's Rum"
A sun is full of hot rum.
The world is on the run.
I watch from up above.
For my fun.
Some fuc*** just shot me with his gun.
I can't see my shadow reflecting.
But I may be speculating.
In somebody else's dream, made up last month.
My shadow took a 10 foot fall.
Outside The Wailing Wall.
I'm not dead, but 12 dozen feet small.
Don't want to come back here anymore.
I am not sure what's in store.
So I won't go knocking at your door.
To your hallway's floor.
Life is really a bore.
Love Jon Billets'
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