Deadeye Dickhead

Deadeye Dickhead,

  Is there too much of a good thing?
  Too much that you don't know where the bad
ends or begins.
  The lie is the run of the mill thing,
  too good to pass up when your thoughts are
dead, shortcomings.
  The subject is the alien matter
  excreting from your soul.
  Whistle a tune,and call your own bluff.
  Let silly games pretend to divide
equality to all, just the hungry man's pot.


                                                                   You're Biggest Fan
                                                                   You're Longest Enemy