Sandpaper Tongue

Hip hop was the intention but we ended up with this A change in perspective solves the puzzle of Phil Fish With three unheard albums I'm heading back to the well A sound philosophy is a loud invisibility spell My absence from social media is purification for the soul But my mind is still sick so the end product is null These words lounge around like sandpaper on my tongue Already unsteady on ladder ascend one more rung Strain this milk with dirty cotton and amplify my cheese Another rusty wheeze surely not a pulmonary disease The number twenty five chuckles at my reflection I'd never collect money from those under my protection Their parents are a whole other bag of snack packets I still carry the albatross through a simplified tax bracket