and it's déjà vu each second coming
the wares plyed before my tired eyes -2 am now- flex & flaunt the daunting hours away
come astray with me, sculpt your boooty while building a house watching birds in the rollabout hay with purple rivers of papaya dreamjuice and fantasy flakes falling like snow
you know it's mighty and the boxes die in Bakersfield
i'm as giddy as a galley gadfly and my mustache is flying off my face in to the "no fly" zone-
a bone for sqealers, the feelers of cartire protection window break obsessions throwing their lives away
on days like this, who needs friendly fire?
i use a tiger's toes to brush my teeth
i corn the beef, fed rollo's to the great coral reef and Al Gore smacked that ass
what oh what a gas
please pass the turkey on the cross
wilderness crying bagels for tears
christmas tree Walmart fiction
a mere undistinguishable faction of fractionated palm-reading faggotry
i lie awake with basketballs inflating while i am waiting for girls' thunder to repproach me, my whistling gun slicing the air because i bring it near my hair when it grows time for a beating
they don't see it,
they primp only prance and touch their pockets
with candy-coated confetti high-heeled shoetocracies
thumbs to teeth to perfume department walkways where you can't breathe and it burns your eyes to look out to bother a sniff burns your very lungs into corporate domination
oh, you lose, you silly crackers and black-faced line chalkers
tell me who's got the points now, who's winning your stupid game today?
dollars drip like mercury through swearing thermometer hands
and onto the dry dead pavement of your muppet mother's corpscicle.
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