Permission-Slipped

When excellence shifts to incellence
from imperfection to holy cow
bow wow wow
reveal yourself to yourself now
feel the rub in on the way out
I fly
liberated by the lack of doubt
re-route bright lit, skinfit
you did
open the road to unrulery
stitching some fun-fairy-foolery
happily humpin' the bumpery
see,
these days
my smile barely fits my face
free

I.A.m


(how 'bout them tangelos)