The salamander lost its tale. so went on an adventure to find
a new one.
And then we went to see the giraffes
They make the most beautiful silence ever heard
By the human herd.
A heard noise quivers with shivers...leaving slivers in their ears tiny trapped
Memories in their skin
Peeling that orange I gave you will only
Make your fingers yellow and your soul sour
While eating that fig that she gave you could
Save you from their power.
Showered with lame excuses like limp and stumpy limbed mine victims
A maimed love for lost...
Faking a photo and framing it too
Would make you believe in spirits and goo.
I declare forcery here some sort of sorcery hand made
Braided and released on the generic popular nation
Formed in a lead based alchemy a disaster for you and me.
"One should not suppose more things than it is absolutely necessary
For one to live, breathe and drink."
That's the advice the old oma gave her last
I will always remember as a gem of the past...
Last incased in a ring to be held...sort of in your palm
At all times...pressed...huh.Bleep...bing bing. Bop...
Sorrow floats.
Mousey mousey mousey boy
As sick in his head as a dead wooden toy
A forty year old boy. A teenager with a boner coy.
Lourdes ...smack filled syringes...price chopper...
A tactile sentimental styrofoam flesh wound...
Pitch black and not a sound in sight
She told me she knows how it feels to be bright
That she taught herself perfect Chinese
That she can fake playing the trombone
Should she please
Like rotten milk from a cow's disease.
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