on the great mission of saving the mankind and my upcoming great fix for the evening while travelling on the great asshole express

do i need to be with my friends—?
—but they are busy on the street
burning ten tyres completely a day
and the leikai teacher told me i have to mobilise
and the closest i know to this term was mobil oil
but i’m also busy on a treat here, fixing shots
the stuffs had arrived afresh from burma a day before

wise men arrive for the preaching
wise women arrive for the preaching
and all i can hear are noises through my ass
just like i had missed a shot yesterday, but i didn’t
it sounds constipation, but it might only be your great imagination
your tonics of bloody lies, my fix of mere white powders
these are just endless journeys of the Asshole Express