Forked tongue gives way to split focus
Tantalizing a set of twins
Birth certificates turned out bogus
Discarded go the latex skins

Dwindling down in a paradoxical manor,
Running sock footed on the carpet.
Boxers, a tribute to some hulking Banner.
Parental piggies, sold off at market.

Home alone with no Pesci in sight
School board shaken with a deep voiced call
Bills unpaid, there goes the light
Pillow fort expanded into a cushioned sprawl

Imagination run on an empty stomach
Stale crumbs of old yeller, collecting mold
Child Services arrive for the plummet
Off to an orphanage, or so I’m told.

Pre-Columbian decomposition held over the shilling
Bleached in the lord’s name god willing

Bartered with Charon
For voyage through the Acheron

Slipped and fell into the first whole circle
Limbo bound with unbaptized babies looking mighty purple

Stupid ******* idiots saying stupid ******* things.

Spit flies from flapping gums spewing up unresolved equations to unremembered problems...it all flutters about amongst other absences of thought.

Speech and wording corrosive to the ear as volume beats out the drum.

Love, or its absence, held as the sole theme for soulless thought, all as teen angst is misinterpreted as teen spirit... god it smells like ****!

Talking now without any recognition of borrowed phrasing and copyrighted conclusions.

Why must they continue spouting irrelevancies to a grouping of irrelevants?

So tired now...time to quit writing in pen...need to learn to mimic, tracing poor thoughts in crayon

I have drunk your water, and thus your wine,
Though I choked upon the former's salty brine.
Lapped up delusions of dehydration.
Oceans now praised as a denomination.

Drainage…I drank it…I drank your milkshake!
Pillaged claims of an Arctic at stake.
Ruskies, Chankoros, and Yankees all alike,
All willfully ignoring Canada’s most northernly spike.

Epicurean fantasies of being
Soaked up when teething
Gazing at a sightless ceiling
Missed nomenclatures peeling

Words drunk up like simple soda
**** lucky we ain’t in South Dakota!

Hallows Eve found in backwards verse
Picked up from a costumed nurse
Slung loose upon a stage
Taking on details ill equipped for the page.

Words drunk up like simple soda
**** lucky we ain’t in South Dakota!

Mahatma gnaws at World War hungers
Reincarnated forms of Wild West lungers

Spatially realigning to a kosher and beloved state
Krishna stands ignored, can’t help feeling irate
Walrus tusks dig into the carpenter’s brow
As an eight armed saint is revealed as a cow

Scriptures packed and rolled, exhaled in suspicion
Prophets praised for violence incurred, act of sedition