Building Character

For porridge add blood, entrails, and stew For you By you In us Trust tricky fellow Love a vagrant begging for veins Blood stains normal around here Bodies not so much Familiar places Censored faces This town smells like ghosts It boasts no-one Nothing of use Shells Empty Cracked Laid back Oh there’s the must it must have been coughed up by the dust It must have Peach stuff feels like leather the good kind wrinkled when wet Disposed Who knows Why the ghosts have set up shop here Fear a complex set of adjectives Categorized in stages My dome is home to a gene therapy experiment gone horribly wrong Strands stand Bald is tall... er I drill holes for the world to peak interest through Don’t miss bliss It’s beautiful in here somewhere