Centipede
My mind's a snail's trail winding down my throat
Glittering triumphantly over the mountain peaks of each day
A fragmenting centipede of dead ideas several years long
Constantly chasing its growing tale, that's come full circle
Trimming a slimy scenic garden path of fear and doubt
Through a fragile shell left completely exposed to any soulless sole
A slippery slope to reach the top shelf of the trophy carbinet
Clinging instead to the empty spaces of the wall calendar
Your days are numbered, why not just surrender, but I'm a winner!
You can wrist some minutes of business success because, truly only time will tell
But personally, I would like to rest a tombstone and leave a blank memory..
Of the colourless selouhette of your insipid mind, what a dull thought!
Don't let the dust from my ashes blind you to who I really am or was
Let the blowing wind carry me, for I'm truly not worth your tears of flesh
I'll stroke and then poke your liver, to get you laughing, and choke you on your snigger
While dancing on the ceiling with you, my lovely dinner..
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