Jagged Thoughts #54: Shed Skin Like Chameleon

oddball magazine


(I remember when December
was about delivering packages
(to the masses)
things have changed
(no longer seeing through Lennon’s glasses)

Winters cold,
(the sun sets fastest)
Bruises, scrapes, bones are broken,
(join the madness)
Swollen eye, from the MightyMighty
(fists in the air)
listening to
(slight of hand, show me how)
Rolling tongues,
( mental masturbation )
We have all gone numb
(lied to waste, fuck on occasion)
Tickled pink, by the wreckage
(figures cloudy, after breakfast)

-Middle message- (while the western world is wasted)

(to be) in bad taste, (or to give) a fuck)
Masochistic lyrics
(oh my god, laugh out loud)
Whistle while you break (our spirits)

(my sprite is coked out cola)
Our shirts are stains
(wash out stains with baking soda)
Tongue drizzles
(on a Motor oil spinster mistress)

She wanted it more then anyone
(they called her princess, she lived in her own…

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