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Children on the top
00:58
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Children on the top.
Mom and dad are on the bottom.
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The speed of gaslighting
02:11
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At the speed of gaslighting
like a slowly bleeding heart
you remember we’re all nothing
and how can nothing fall apart?
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Champagne for breakfast
02:03
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I think I’ll open up some bubbly.
Trip and slip on my telephone
answering my banana.
A voice says, “Hello? Hello?”
I say, “nobody is home”.
A voice says,
“You must be nobody.
Tell me
how does it feel
to be nobody?”
I say, “Nothing is real
I’m having champagne for breakfast
because I’m not afraid
to celebrate nothing.
Will you miss my morning breath?
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One,
two,
eleven
divided by sixteen.
Chairman of the bored people
running with scissors
in a lightning storm
praying to god when you’re dead
you will never be reborn.
God is dog spelled backwards.
Everyone knows prayers don’t work.
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E I E I O
02:40
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Almost made it
to Poughkeepsie.
If you’re gonna lock me up
you better throw away the key.
Officer, you’re kind of acting
like a p - i – g.
Am I on Old Macdonald’s farm?
I’ll bet your Mama’s in the kitchen.
Your dad is sucking dick
behind the tractor
in the back of the barn
where your granddaddy brought him --
your granddaddy taught him
how to be a pig on a farm.
Am I in old Macdonald’s farm?
Thank you for these ankle bracelets
you really shouldn’t have
poked a bear
at the end of a rope.
You’re gonna wish you never had.
Am I on old Macdonald’s farm?
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6. |
What the doctor ordered
01:20
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I wake up nice and early
just to drive another nail
into my hammer.
First I’ll cut you into pieces
and then I’ll feed to the fish.
This is what the doctor ordered.
If you could do it all over again,
would you still pull me over?
When you open up your open mouth
garbage just pours out.
That’s how you always blow your cover.
You filthy pig.
You racist motherfucker.
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7. |
i am your moon
02:01
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This is not a love song
it is a song of revenge.
You are my whole world.
I am your moon.
You circle the sun.
I circle you.
I am your moon.
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Will the rooster’s ever wake you up again?
When your lover brings you coffee in the morning
will you be dreaming - forever?
You wrote a poem
way back in junior high school
called “How to plan your very own
open casket funeral”.
How to dress the dead.
How to crack an impossible smile.
When there’s nothing left to smile about
and all that’s left now
are pockets full of moths.
Mismatched argyle socks.
Your pant legs rolled up
and your fingers crossed.
That Silver Jews T-shirt
you rarely took off.
Just the way you planned it.
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Elizabeth Carter Rochester, New York
The last time I saw my great grandmother alive, she called me a foul ball. Today I honor her vision.
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