The Dumb Fumble

More trendy heartless shit. How do they arrest the fucking ages?


Two nuts sit together talking.
How is your day your night fine I hope listen
when will you call me Jack and not Mister Death
when will you call me when the sun's black again
listen I hope you'll see the light before my hand falls off
will it fall on your forehead or behind you in the dust
looking so hard at you and dead

A man wearing blue jeans blows smoke in their faces,
chews one of them dead. The dead one's stomach
splits open inside him and releases dolls
in the image of Marilyn Monroe naked like she's in the woods
praying to her god. Covered in spit the nut wonders
who's so lucky as my man who can't dream for the tumors
while the other nut roasting in the sunshine wonders who's so lucky

as to have a warm hand with so many nerves

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~ by Jeremy on September 8, 2008.

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