SUPRALIMINAL by Bicycle Lee

Stifling idle hands is vital. In these attention deficit lands that never get the benefit of good style. Meanwhile recycling what we’re disliking, the Bicycle just smiles. Because the point is, it’s pointless: when the coins hit you know we’re gonna join it. And only the “annointed” profit. With a disjointed poise me and the boys will just knock em off topic. Cuz we’re SUPRA liminal. Calling out the criminal acts like they were typical back to thinking critical the pinnacle attracts these simpleton cats. Manufactured out of plastic that’s why I’m cynical in fact. I’m the biodegradable good for the planet organic plateful. But red meat is a treat I need to stay playful. But I won’t wear fur cuz I concur it’s not tasteful.

1 Response to “SUPRALIMINAL by Bicycle Lee”


  1. 1 Elizabeth Ann

    The magical, mystical musings of the lee of bicycles. Love it. Glad to see the old coconut still cranks and waxes philosophical.

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