Not My Circus

Spit out the words I haven't chewed
 (Wrapped in pork rind)
 Pronounce the one profession you know
 (Tune in tonight)
 Confiding all your time in dues
 (Break out your scribe)
 Reciting words until you're blue
 Lavishly intemperate
 Riding out a storm
 Laughably advised
 Cuffed jeans and arrows on your shoes
 (Bright blue, who knew?)
 Tastes low but how am I to view you?
 Selling twills for favors
 Riding out a storm
 Laughably advised
 Glass stained mirrors
 Their whispers in my ears
 Tasteless stares
 A wonder to my friends, are you them?
 Remind me, am I them?
 Simple favors wrapped in lucid behaviors
 Leave me alone
 Filling shit up to my eyes now
 Lay me in the pen
 Riding out a storm
 Laughably advised