i've learned how to smell the circus
i've watched a black mongrel turn into a weasel
tonight the moon's nickname is
crooked betty
and the stars are
bleeding adam's apples
shining like a volcano
i wield a hacksaw and terrible excuses
my mouth is wet with jingle jangle
and situational confusion
everything is temporary.
Feb 3, 2012
Feb 3, 2012 at 11:58 PM UTC
i've learned how to smell the circus
i've watched a black mongrel turn into a weasel
tonight the moon's nickname is
crooked betty
and the stars are
bleeding adam's apples
shining like a volcano
i wield a hacksaw and terrible excuses
my mouth is wet with jingle jangle
and situational confusion
everything is temporary.
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