go on and do your thing you all mighty god blessed fuck-of-a-wads
play tea time with cookies and wear dresses with print but make it long ones
because your legs look like they've been mainlined with razor blades
so much for keeping you safe and secure inside this mind that I own
and tell you pretty things like pretty maids all in a row and oh yes your hands
are as smooth as a baby's bare ass and whore red nail polish is
definately your color it matches your bottom lip that you chew
on all the time from playing the white line game with mcdonalds straws
and the blood that poors from it as you swab it up with a tissue
that you've blew your nose on 15 times and has accumulated
green and brown boogars that are harder than the dick
you didn't suck last night because you wanted to play oh so
prim and proper when we both know you would have spread
your legs up and over and behind your neck that looks
like a goddamned turkey's gobbler that the other
women and men want to fry with bacon to give you some flavor
go on ahead now I free you for this day and night together like
hot link sausages and dentyne chewing gum
go practice what I have been saving you all from so chew a double piece and
let the lining of your mouth come off along with your false teeth
that you spat across the dance floor while chuckling like a first grader
trying to get the attention of the drummer who by now has a nice pox
growing in places that weeds wouldn't take seed in
I'll smoke my cigars and some cheap cognac as you all come to me
in forlorn fabricated signs you mashed with tape on each others back
rules you see rules rules rules I had you live by and
one by one you came back to me
stabbing backs you rant and rave because
I let you be human with no constraints
one by one
in perfect order
behind the befores
in front of the afters
for shape and shadows
it's dying time out there
Silver trophy winner
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