By the guppy
Date: 25 August 2000
rehashing
the rose-thorn swarm that surrounds you doesn't phase me
i'm trying to recognize
whether the shine in your eyes
is because of all of the possibilities
or because the candy coated cookie cutter
wasn't the one that made me
yeah, i'm alliterate
blame that on the new york times
only so much bad news you can take before you start twisting it
making smiles out of deadwood stares
taking dares
and placing bets on the cheap seat freaks
who've been faked out by allegories
tall stories
and boring comic relief
spelled p-o-l-e-c-a-t
i'm down with that
i've funked out with a few disenchanted aristocrats
who blame you and i for not giving up enough of the pie
i've been plastered on more political bandwagons
than you can shake your ex-boyfriend's limp dick at
i'm not above that
i'm not pretending i am
i'm sure that my ex's are shaking my limp dick at something too
i'd argue about the functionality of erectile tissue
if i thought it was worth it
i'd say "fuck you" if i didn't think someone would call me on it
i'd say goodbye if i knew
you weren't going to waste the few remaining braincells you grew
while on autopilot at some betty ford look-alike observatory
remaining faithful to the days of santa claus
maybe rudolf was w.c. fields
maybe the barber of seville ripped me off on my last dome shaving
maybe he'll find a horse head
snuggled up next to him in his bed
maybe he'll be yelling
"go pelican"
at the next flamingo launch
maybe the pound of flesh missing will leave his ex wishing
gotta have something to shake
be it the bootie or the mortal lips of vanquished blue-collar souls
if you trust enough you'll find god there
the latter
not the former
you find god in the former only if you're hard up for something to believe in
in which case divine is foreign
roses weigh a ton
and i have nothing to say
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