she was incandesed with rage
and began calling us out our names
BUTTON-DOWN POOT
EXOPHTHALMIC RAG-PIMP
SPLINDED-LIMBED LOOSER
LUMPEN-YUPPIE
SCRAWNY-PICKLED MONKEY MEN
so we had to butt in
little does one know when there drunk
that they hurt innocent people
this was her commitment everyday
to textural atonalism and chromatic adventure
the price we endure by the ones we love
ignorance instilled
patience out the door
Categories:
exophthalmic, life
Form: I do not know?