Orange Drive Palms

I tryI lieSomeone's sphincter in my eyeKick it with that rebel cat andI want it to be that I'm feeling slightly downI'm looking up from the groundWhile confusion strains my mindI contemplate this timeThinking about a futureHemming it with a sutureDog shitting on the sign could the head below bemineRemember the palmsOrange drive is where these palms lieMaking me sickMaking me want to get high under the palms