OUT ON THE PHARM

 From the bottom to the top, some of the dags get so unruly; the filthy wool covers the sheeps' eyes It trips them up upon a sweetly ripe lump of grey matter; entangled in the fat, they start to drop like flies; tripping, on wire and wireless alike, carves new pathways into the membranes But it's nothing more than a devolution: a short circuit swirling about like a fish in a bowl of 2 minute noodles The social glass makes for a cracked net, as flashy lights point to a carrot called Release