I see your pastie sprinkles and cupcake puppy dog tails as you leak all your news into
my face. Gouging out my intellect with your happy smiling bullshit. The sheen off
your doctored perfect teeth reminds me of my favorite baseball bat, shiny dented used. You blow
your smoky picket-fence dreams into my mouth expecting me to open up and swallow them,
never breathing long enough to hear my fuck-you shut-up screams.
Your opaque eyes cannot see what you wish ignoring the loves passing in and out around
my ankles. You think this rainbow belongs to unicrons and fairy tales grinning under its glare
and wretched stench while keeping your hands busy, never realizing it wells from within; full of
the very same hopes you take for granted as you eat your chocolate cigarettes and fuck
in your crumbling plastic homes and two-dimensional television screens.
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