Fatally Flawed
By Sprite
Pasty skinned Zebra-lovers, Sauntering up to anthill homes, Tongue twisted faceless mates Foundering on gritty beaches Awash with listeria waves and flashes, Shake their faceless cracker heads, And find acid milk thrills a gas. Cocksure of their shoelace ties, Panting alphabetical respirations, Fatally flawed reverberations Of shoe-pounding pleasures And overdrawn canned leisures, They rest upon their fat laurels While guzzling urinal blood. Safety first glued-on belt wearers Cantor past all the moose herding, Flick away pressed ducks as they flock, Plastic hands and fingers melting Play the symphony on unlocked Glocks, TNT fantasizing burn out oceans' hearts. Rubber dolls, in line, waiting for love Castor oil dreams soaking their beds, Atomic fallout pieces of beef ground mud, Dead on arrival ambulance run foretold In skin-shedding infamous places of old.Soooo, I got into this mood, see...and then....this! Written March 14th, 2002 © on Mar 14 2002 02:17 PM PST, Joyce 0 • 9
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