Zebra Plastered On Your Glue Right-Hand Knot
Zebra plastered on your glue right-hand knot
near the end sorry.
Painted girls tossed in the air
hiding spoken truth.
Guitars bleached their long
silk hair.
I played with civil war's eternity
dust and held your wings
in the air's trust.
Catching butterfly spots.
Rainbow cream pies.
Remorse hides behind
deep pain.
I hide behind lonely eyes.
Everything is pretty between
your painted purple cream
but the dirty laundry
fades and degrades our
freedom's insane frame.
Bombs ticking away on
the side of years.
Dust a model that paints
the sun and once the art
is done, dead inside
an antique bottle,
we will all be like
your dead zebra broken
by the giraffe's dirty ear.
Silver through the nostrils
and we plucked out our
seed under the dirt, cheap
from the monkey paw.
A buried bone sticks through
born eyes and we believe
our giraffe ear has a bad
infection or a near reaction
to save God from taking our
land.
We must not hide.
Bones will fly just like
lonely spirit's suicide
and nature kept
the glory, our key.
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