Loosey Goosey

I'm loosey goosey, shoes keep moving

 

Proving grooves with doing music, blues in tune with

 

Mood groupings that i'm booting, computing and using

 

Till i'm soothed in the room of cubes and screwing

 

Like a Rubik school stick glued with blue things to it

 

Fools quit, stupid rooted like fruits in scooped things

 

used with blooming bruises fused with food sin

 

The room is spaced soon with hate

 

goons with 8 spoons, all the mood to shoot the plate

 

the food is late, the drool is made to lubricate

 

their gloomy fate in the afternoon, moon n' days

 

tuned to wait like the music played for losing weight

 

It never exuberates the dudes in place,

 

it brought the dogs to bark in an allusive state

 

to chew the drapes, pool in fruits to use that are fuel based

 

to duel fate, and move tails back like a poodle's race

 

keep a pupil gaped, but reach seeking to hallucinate a moving grape.