Thot Patrol

It’s fitting to know
How the old thoughts go
Away into shade
Of direct oblivion
Good speed done time
When you’ve picked the rhyme
Destruct, devour
Your religion

So late in the game
We’re doing fine
Painting a name
That sits on our waist side

Thot control
On patrol

Mindful of day
Shortened coats of play
Hoping for once
Choice in opinion
Way by your side
Exactly as assigned

It’s late in the game
We’re doing fine
Painting a name
That sits on our waist side

Thought patrol
On control
Oh, thought patrol
That’s how thots go

Thought control
On patrol
Turn old, lose glow
It’s return of the same old show
Thot control
On patrol