Insanely possible impossibilities,
Shattered and replaced with ingenuity.
Hot roach on a highway hitting nothing,
I hold all the aces and still I’m bluffing.
Smeared sneer pasted in a smile,
Choking on air – so I’ll smoke for awhile.
Ups are getting tossed ‘round the downs,
When I fall and trip I don’t hit the ground.
Show me the trail and I’ll run on through,
I may laugh at death –
-but death laughs at you