Failure
In the
9th degree

You peddle me
Everything
Lo' you tell me
That what you wanted
Was a love that you said
You would give me
For free

Then the toad
Clad in His
Heroine glands
Requested you send Him His
Absinthe neck tied and
Bland

You said
Rimbaud
And I laughed
At your Punk
Pratfalls

What an absolute
Way to tell that you've
Nothing to say and
The only way to say it
Is through what you've
Only got to say that you've
Seen

Seen

Oh' experience

What a crocodile of
Old ways

The Franzen door model through the
Way to the Chicago postal service &
Pushing through the seeds of
Terrorism Dramatics

The death through
The lost letters of
No one

Because money
PUSHES PUSHES PUSHES

THROUGH THE SOULS OF MAN

and no one
seems
to
give
a god heaping
****

yet the
prizes

are given out

and the bodies
continue
to

rot

so hip hay
hooray

to the one

with the

animal

socks

So say you
Are the one
They were
Talking about

The one
They were all
Hearing about

The most
Entertaining of
The bunch of the
Crunch

Well when
The crutch that
Is your purpose

Their reason
For their
Purses

Runs dry and
Then their
Eyes become
Dull and weary

Looking for
Another place
To place
Their curses

They will
Toss you aside

With no
Bitterness

Or
Nastiness

With only
A smile and
A sad thanks

That your time
With them was
Short lived and

"Maybe again!"

Perhaps

Again

Till the

Next

Season