The moon is a clock face
rushing through the sky,
night turns to day
as I slowly walk by
the piles of past mistakes.
Rubble crumbles and
time runs backwards,
I can fly here.
I can dance on the sun.
I reach out my palm
to catch a tooth falling from my mouth,
and try to push it back into my gums.
On the school bus again,
embarrassed and naive.
Turn around and everyone
is laughing at me.
Have to **** so bad,
finally a bathroom.
The ****** welcomes me,
I pull out my **** to ***
sweet release. Such relief,
but something is wrong
with my stream.
It's going everywhere,
spraying my hands and knees
and that's when I wake up.
****** the bed again, it seems.
Jun 26, 2025
Jun 26, 2025 at 9:19 AM UTC
The moon is a clock face
rushing through the sky,
night turns to day
as I slowly walk by
the piles of past mistakes.
Rubble crumbles and
time runs backwards,
I can fly here.
I can dance on the sun.
I reach out my palm
to catch a tooth falling from my mouth,
and try to push it back into my gums.
On the school bus again,
embarrassed and naive.
Turn around and everyone
is laughing at me.
Have to **** so bad,
finally a bathroom.
The ****** welcomes me,
I pull out my **** to ***
sweet release. Such relief,
but something is wrong
with my stream.
It's going everywhere,
spraying my hands and knees
and that's when I wake up.
****** the bed again, it seems.
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