Outstanding PerformanceI was Okay but what all were You?Came in throwing up vanities in blueYou got a good hold of a child you knewwas a product of death and feverish glueYou whored and paid rent for an hour or twoPretended some shit -wasn't yours, but it flew.What's so coolIs the ingredience of gruelIts a mix of the bitchand the richand the few.But have you the grit or a fix for the glitch?Anything more than a sinch in a pinch?Fuck you, The Buck MuleParading in veinslike a virus beside usthat marries the game.
Twang WangCallus-fingered captain had come to strumMaking straight wired lines out of me -A song that had trouble keeping up with itselfI was the lag that was living in his guitar.Left to me to record the staticHe bit notes into the back of my neckRaw Resination in boney placesThumbing while humming 'Acoustic Soup Spoons'. Hole in the middle of a bent bar gripUnsingable Thing and Plucky WingCouldn't write a song to save their lives.
Blue Balloon GoodnightsThey rise to a height where balloons burst of frightTo Die thereTo Die thereTo Die, every night.______________She saves all her laughter in noisy red tinsPuckers of smooshy wet lips colored in.With really tight pigtailsShe farts out pink shapesHer big bouncy feet take herPlaces he waits.Warming her path with his hair as she finds themIn sleep, they do meet - her glowy glue guides himTheir getaway haven,So high up in HellEating the ButterfliesAnd throwing up BellsandTo LIVE thereTo LIVE thereTo LIVE - that's a lieThey drift to their place, hand in handMore to DieAnd they rise to a height where
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