Tell em:
You look too funny with yer hair like that
You look like a Fabio-woman; isn’t it grand?
You look like a hippie with your finger in yer crack
You look like my aunt with a whistle in her stack.

Tell em:
Your hair looks like I could hang you from a porch
And if you turned right around, I thought you me sister
Go sit on a piano to be painted like a girl
You look so cheesy I just might hurl.

Tell em:
You might've run away from a pair of scissors
You tryin' to be a princess or something?
You give me a fright when we look your way
Cause you might as well dance in drag today.

I'LL TELL EM:
I don't care whether I got distance on my head
You never did anything to stand out on your own.
So let me be just being so high in the sky
Being a long-haired ****** 'til the day I die.

colourless green ideas sleep furiously.
a small mercy has your skin crawling.
wondrous awe is not all that great.
an idea rains heavily.

Spinning infinities ******* lucky fingernails scrolling above my beyond strategy of neglecting starfish in memory models by seeing forever the kind finding ways of loathing to the series of establishments never to bend on fire for strategy including harbor cleverness in a wording not common of rogue mill goats because my numbers fell in line with going heavy on the sauce.

Listen. Livin’
is the opposite of
superstition, caste and division
You think something’s missin’
so you start following fiction,
Book clubs with the same old book
selling you a cure for an imaginary disease. Crooks!
You start singing praises
to a character in a fiction book
but you fail to take a good look
at his flaws, yet you applaud!
Victims recruiting other victims
to give up their lives for fiction
“Follow me, follow me, drop everything” mentality
Then you teach your kids the same
for the sake of tradition. How lame!

In a vast wind farm,
One mill remains immobile;
Magical nonsense!

The bottom of the nowhere land
has got me torn and jaded.
Learned alot from-
say no more!
I’ve learned alot.

Kiss me in the rain water
somewhere, someone must feel it.
Lies through the teeth
have made the sight weak
No, no more.

Littered with sand storms and hateful
the tides pulling off from the *****
Crack the skull-
pull out the pain,
That’d be nice.

Call out to the voices of heaven
do you hear more than you thought?
That’s just your-
Nevermind that.
I’m sure it’s all true.

Lizard skin and slithering wellspring
locked into eternity’s grip
What could it mean?
Or does that question
Even make any sense?