Wednesday, October 26, 2011

White Height Top

Chase the bird with a plastic cat,
 then shoot the purple pigeon that ate the rat,
a zimp looks at you and it's brain is yellow,
 people always smilin' and sayin' hello,
your tears are like warships drifting in your skin,
 like a white height top the ultimate sin,
chip you lighter on a bottle cap,
 runch the rack on your cat,
 the cat had horns did you know that,
lick the ashes off the bottom of a lake and your hair gets longer like a three headed snake,
the bikes in the road and it hits the windshield,
 it's like talking to your posters with a flag on your tongue,
pain frightening,
ride a streak a bolt of lightning,
swish or swoosh who really cares it's just a damn sign that everyone wears,
from the roof of your mouth, little things moving without your help.....

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