Bismillah

He throws the dirty tissue back at me onto the ground
Barks at me till I can hear thudding ear drumming sounds
All of a sudden,i can see my dead dad as a spirit
Kicking up a fuss, I can hear him through the screen
I try reaching out again the morning after having a friendly dream
Still clammed up,guys boring me into filtering the water tank
Lines on my forehead poring out with all his flipping crank
Prisoner 424 on his badge,really just another innate thug
how many bones left in his fingers,the hammer asks him one more question
knuckles still crackle and pop, forget a transfer ,Im drinking water and having fun
The last one stil has one hand in the toilet and a leg in the fume cupboard
He pressed the wrong button on his controller while playing starship troopers