Lean In

You've pondered, that's plunder Too much thinking, Thinking 'bout thinking, Me thinks Meta, Fuck off you. A red carpet stroll, Casual capsule, Catspulted and crowbarred. I'm funny too: Jaded in gaol Gloves in the toilet bowl Fingers wrapped 'round cold bars covered in cocoa. A jug raised (to us), With slick sangue of a hare; My key pulled out of a stomach And left to be rained on.