.:Snazzy as a Snapple:.

I've come prepared, snazzy as a snapple
one foot in the door, one hand on the apple
tree, until you pluck and weed
and see whats underneath
a space place of turtles and stars
thats right off the cliff,
and to the left off the bridge
of insanity
only the bridge is broken and
we're sitting in water,
dead and only buring hotter
drowning
slowly drowning
swirling to the under world
where we are gouging and claws
they scratch and smear
and rip and tear,
turning our faces blue
and our jeans ripped brand new
with splattered paint signs
and public subject lines
only a billboard to these dying chords
and we worship under god, and kings, and landlords
all defying our resistant future,
but we laugh, and eat our cookies
as to remain persistant, insinuate our means of no surrender,
rebel we will, though I consitantly result in
massfailure.
its okay, as throat swallows downers,
to relieve the head off this high
where medication is deadlocked in supply
though the abundent joly of the holidays
makes ways for life to pay
we say, wouldn't it be beautiful to die today,
But no no no, merry christmas.
Illogically thrown into lust, only to rust
like old metal, rotten like wood
our secrets hiden like faces behind the hood,
and our face is pale, the yellow tinge
occupies our swollen legs, and heartache for binge

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