aimlessly blundering, i
fall down the chute and run for cover
i'm the rabbit
snares are a bitch when they're the ones with the teeth
and none of the bushes'll burn quite the way you wan'em to
yo, jew lookin at me
pretty word
hard to say
when you're not the one with a two inch spike grindin in your asscavity
or maybe it's hard when you are
it's been so long . . .

so i'm standing atop this roof
tryin to get a god's eyeview
but all i get is nothin
and all i see is you
i forgot what year it was yesterday
and how your skin tastes when i pluck it outta my fingernails
i flushed it before i forgot
so it wouldn't add to the dust i've already collected

dead butterfly

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