put on your black dress
float on your back
and hey ,
~ a text written for dead-banjo , fuzz-guitar and the echo of loud chewing
sweet psychoplastic bitch
When you open your words to let out
cheap sirens and rubber snakes
I could never join the demented applause
because your grace is so bought and fake
a yeah ; and the choir sings :
ohlalala
The only thing that is interesting about you
must be the total lack of interesting in everything you do
ohlalala
I really tried so hard to pay attention to you today
but it hurts to meet a person with so much nothing to say
and you know
If there only was a way to plant a tree in your canyon
God knows Id try
But the seasons of your opinions
are equally dry
sweet psychosplastic slide
When you open your mouth to speak more
pieces of your mind falls out
I try to pick them up to avoid a leak
of toxic waste on my forest friendly teak floor
a yeah ; the choir sings :
ohlalala
The only thing not sad about you
must be the thing that YOU don't even have a clue
ohlalala
about the fact that your major lack of intelligence
totally matches the void behind your contact lens
sweet psychodramatic menopausequeen
When you open this poem and read please
remember to take your hat off when you're dealing with me
because next time I wont be so fucking discrete
about your total absence of personality
and the choir sings :
ohlalala
... (fading)
Poetry by Lourdes
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float on your back
and hey ,
take your hat off girl when you're talking to me
~ a text written for dead-banjo , fuzz-guitar and the echo of loud chewing
sweet psychoplastic bitch
When you open your words to let out
cheap sirens and rubber snakes
I could never join the demented applause
because your grace is so bought and fake
a yeah ; and the choir sings :
ohlalala
The only thing that is interesting about you
must be the total lack of interesting in everything you do
ohlalala
I really tried so hard to pay attention to you today
but it hurts to meet a person with so much nothing to say
and you know
If there only was a way to plant a tree in your canyon
God knows Id try
But the seasons of your opinions
are equally dry
sweet psychosplastic slide
When you open your mouth to speak more
pieces of your mind falls out
I try to pick them up to avoid a leak
of toxic waste on my forest friendly teak floor
a yeah ; the choir sings :
ohlalala
The only thing not sad about you
must be the thing that YOU don't even have a clue
ohlalala
about the fact that your major lack of intelligence
totally matches the void behind your contact lens
sweet psychodramatic menopausequeen
When you open this poem and read please
remember to take your hat off when you're dealing with me
because next time I wont be so fucking discrete
about your total absence of personality
and the choir sings :
ohlalala
... (fading)
Poetry by Lourdes
Read 780 times
Written on 2006-10-16 at 00:01
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