Hornswogglers And Heartburn

Two dicks and all that shit,
I've got to run, with my imagination
before it losses me, again
 
slipping on a crappy memory,
I thought I flushed that shit....
apparently some turds float
 
bamboozle me, if you can which I doubt,  
so I guess, perhaps I did set you up again,  
but you look good in failure so it's okay
 
falling slower into the void
suspended by nothing
well, except for insanity
 
my mind, your mind
it's all the same,
nonsense