Enraged baby authoritarians
Take a much need break from manufacturing outrage
To deliver death threats, fresh outta the oven
(No, not those ovens)
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Deer skull crown
For a backwoods King
Hidden in the dark
Waiting for the spring
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Winter eve, the slightest sound
Crackles like ice in a glass of scotch
Like flames lapping at defeated wood
My mechanical heart in key with my watch
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Whiskey, nicotine, weed, meth, Vicodin, klonipin
All begrudgingly combined to create a monster,
An adventurous zombie,
Losing motor skills faster that the orbit of mercury
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A smile on legs.
A smile on legs is sashaying down the narrow sidewalk, guiding two befuddled Caucasians wearing the word “gringo” like a badge of honor.
“Coffee? Yes come here. You don’t want anything else? ”
He’s leading em on a merry chase, he is
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By the time
I stopped spinning
I had forgotten what I came here for
Perhaps I just wanted to be seen
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I want your eyes to invade me
When my spirit is sick
Need your thighs to enclave me
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Dogs are sadists
But they can't help it
The squeak in the squeaky toy
Is what enraptured them
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Look into yourself and see only you
The past is past so let it rest then fade
Stride into an orange dawn and a tonic dew
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