Every little thing you say matters
We just won’t listen when you are digging
In the dirt for a sign of light
It does not burn through soil
That’s why they douse flame with it
Are you on the outside of the inside
Of the one
I’ve got no friends
And nowhere to run
When they cut you
Did you bleed?
Or was it so dry
Like the dehydrated
Diabetic
They gave me a drink
It was called cryo chai
And I drank it
The sun’s energy cooled off and melted
And now we’re believing
All of the scalpels of doctors
And doctors with analgesics
Treating us like sweet pets
Treating us with sweet treats
From the sugarlick
Please refrain from
That sort of language
See, these kids don’t need to
Hear things like that
I guess all that matters is
The age you get dulled
Because it’s all gonna happen
Whether you are 42
Or 12
Suck on your diet shakes
Rattle snakes eating lo-carb cakes
As long as its understood and consensual
Everything must go
Around and come back
To the place they dug
In the soil
Where light shines through
Out the month
And in the navel
Orange, brown and rotten
Words like a whip
Crack
Everybody stops and drops
Every late bird caught
Sucking up worms
Through the holes in the floor
Bored
(Pretentious artsy crap? Maybe. Do I care so much? Eh...)
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