I am the turkey
You found with the palm of your hand
I am the pigeon
That fooled you for a dove
Alakazam
I am a weasel
I told you before-
My lungs are broken
Like his discarded wishbone
I am that word on the tip of your tongue
I missed my cue
When this cape got stuck to the dangly bit
It was shining
And smelled like "good morning"
I am abandoning my skeleton
I don't like the skin
That it put on today
I took a second helping of determination
Wake me in an hour-
I'll be resting
From digesting
Hold the phone-
Regret made my stomach eat itself to death
Don't Dilly Dally, Dear
I'm the rolling pen
That now lives
In your underwear drawer
I guess you'll never see me again
I'm retracting that statement
Like her claws from my Quacker Factory sweater
Sometimes we all need
A little extra support
Dearest Bones,
Without you I'm a jellyfish
I painted my face this morning
And now it's swimming inside my black tears
The proof is on the front of his shirt
I am your pillow that thinks it's a shrink
I told your hair
It needs to find a new direction in life
Don't believe me?
I'll lie back down
But give me a second-
I'm in the gutter right now
And need to clean myself off
Don't worry, Goose Darling-
A little Vitamin E oil
Will restore your immaturity
From the **** joke
That's giving you crows feet
Oh how I wish
My fossil was void of down feathers
But I frequently find
That I'm tickled inside
And how else would I fly in my dreams
Oct 8, 2013
Oct 8, 2013 at 5:01 PM UTC
I am the turkey
You found with the palm of your hand
I am the pigeon
That fooled you for a dove
Alakazam
I am a weasel
I told you before-
My lungs are broken
Like his discarded wishbone
I am that word on the tip of your tongue
I missed my cue
When this cape got stuck to the dangly bit
It was shining
And smelled like "good morning"
I am abandoning my skeleton
I don't like the skin
That it put on today
I took a second helping of determination
Wake me in an hour-
I'll be resting
From digesting
Hold the phone-
Regret made my stomach eat itself to death
Don't Dilly Dally, Dear
I'm the rolling pen
That now lives
In your underwear drawer
I guess you'll never see me again
I'm retracting that statement
Like her claws from my Quacker Factory sweater
Sometimes we all need
A little extra support
Dearest Bones,
Without you I'm a jellyfish
I painted my face this morning
And now it's swimming inside my black tears
The proof is on the front of his shirt
I am your pillow that thinks it's a shrink
I told your hair
It needs to find a new direction in life
Don't believe me?
I'll lie back down
But give me a second-
I'm in the gutter right now
And need to clean myself off
Don't worry, Goose Darling-
A little Vitamin E oil
Will restore your immaturity
From the **** joke
That's giving you crows feet
Oh how I wish
My fossil was void of down feathers
But I frequently find
That I'm tickled inside
And how else would I fly in my dreams
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