Flick

I can flick a cigarette butt
 Further and with more accuracy
 Lots of practice, I guess
 Someday, we will all be editors
 That jumps around from person to person
 And bites you on the ass
 A certain static is required
 The albino butterfly
 Thank you, thank you very much
 Little spiders making little webs
 Nuts is what you have become
 Kind of fractured of the facts
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 Dylan and drugs and the sweat bee
 Shake and stretch the stiffness out
 Exercise? Not right now
 Applauded for your idleness
 Connects to a power line
 That runs over my head
 In the cool wet morning air
 As we sit under a tree
 Thank you, thank you very much
 Little spiders making little webs
 Nuts is what you have become
 Kind of fractured of the facts
 An upside-down wire heart
 Being sucked into a periscope
 Still the mind is dull
 Like you need another excuse
 Your thoughts lift like a fog
 As the sun burns it away
 A soft ball and a stick
 And the imprint that it makes
 Like a chamber from a gun
 After the shooting's done
 This is what you have become
 Now make something out of it