Permission-Slipped
When excellence shifts to incellencefrom imperfection to holy cowbow wow wowreveal yourself to yourself nowfeel the rub in on the way outI flyliberated by the lack of doubtre-route bright lit, skinfityou didopen the road to unrulerystitching some fun-fairy-fooleryhappily humpin' the bumperysee,these daysmy smile barely fits my facefreeI.A.m(how 'bout them tangelos)