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Mar 2019
Crepes and duck tape on my shining shoe horn
truck loads parched throats and a dead end waiting to be born
that's the wrong way to describe my simple truth boring into your skull
keep excusing yourself from the ******* table
you know very well with whom I speak

well you don't seem to blind yourself as much as possible
you always jump the gun and shoot that eagle before it flutters about randomly
why you spawn us and then craft our likings to your coarse beer hat reminds me
I never liked you

special friends and epic tales remove us from the picture
we were there when it happened but it hardly affects our disproportionate attitude
mark our territory? Like a jackrabbit
we don't bother to mess with surround sound we prefer the little speaker that broke last year
yeah we'll keep it
messes with our heads a little bit
logic defies us

denial of acceptance brings us to our third distorted and roaring point
don't eat the tree-huggers when they feed you a moldy sock
that's not what you are wearing its a balloon hammer
tsk tsk tsk. We need a life support since we are too weak to groove
love is like a blind and deaf cat ear on our chinbeard. walk it around and realize
it'll hop when it submits
eventually. Well not anymore I guess.

keep pets for safe keeping never know when they might bite our neck
tender soullessness doesn't really jive on my where-with-all
that's a nice phrase when you use it for desecration
don't talk to me like that Johnny I'm your step-son
a gifted child wears his crown like a blacksmith
a little pity never wore us out before
but it's happening twice over and twice removed

you grind us like carpal tunnel syndrome
peace out we'll leave if you love us so much
teach us how to bury our dead
we usually lick the hairs and eat the raw bone
that's the good part, right?

I don't know about learning
never necessary and always a chore
you, the same? How pleasant
we can agree to never acknowledge the real fairytale
that couldn't make a lot more sense than our deliberate actions
this is taking longer than we intended
and it feels like that flame going out again
you make me sick
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