A Miss Mashed Potatoed Big Toed Sprig Styed Tators Piled. Poem by Michael Gale

I want you, and your finger nails dragging along, my back...
Wretched, blood skidmarks, making a long red track.

I want you, to never, be gone, to become, again-a-back.
I want you, to relax, and never restack.

I want you, to not take off, or re-Mack Daddy...
Be Mack Daddy, be nine inch nails through my heart.

Just, to me, not to tear it split apart...
Bring them nails of nine inched pain.

Leave of your only, red blood stain...
Leave behind, your grave filled rain.

Dirt filling into my grave, dug fresh...
Dirt, removing my breath, as yet.

Nails on nails on blood speckled specks...
Droplets red satined stained, silloetted against
a paled moon beam.

Look, oh look at the minced meat rattled nested rats...
Chewing on the blood soaked Kotexas steered queers.

Queer looking deer me oh, my-oh...
Wished i was back in Toledo Ohio-By-oh.

By oh down the starved thin mints cookies of the
Girl Scout's beegles...
Beegles of the heart sickoes and mind blown free.

Freebee eagle speegle dork boys of the wild, wild western spaghetto, metallo gallo wine, amongst my pizza-zazzy sassy lassie...
Harken all the angelic saint bernards of the most wintered wonderment quick sanwhich way did they go-go Georgio Brewery Gales a-sailin'.

The Elvis elves of the unmodernistic sweet gummy beared heart...
Hiding behind and amongst the Swiss Army Watch out or the Boogie Man will be picked by thee.

Picked by me and my varily long indigited finger in the air of the Middle Earth unearthed at birth...
Here i sadly sit on the pane of pain filled Mickey Moused Mantels.