we shed our skin like snakes
to fight over the biggest mirror in the house
when
we create a warm atmosphere like arsonists
we point the finger anywhere else
we make anorexia look skinny
suck in your gut,

it was gracist blueprints
that brought us here put us together almost
too nicely for first time fleshchitecture
with ruler and sketch artist
put together ever so politely,


graphitely
if our faces donned the carbon cake layered makeup
of our coverkid intentions
and inabilities to empathize

then
in a foxhole you are the slyest carnivore
you live for your next meal
you are a narcissist pirate who dishes it out
it's maybe to blame that

we are the fortuned designs
that our strange intentions are not worn as scars
like ugly wallpaper
you stand up against dry walls


you'll be wetting the sheets like a beginner
broken record you say this to yourself
"when application is too much,
the room is shaped like a stained glass hour"
you put it on your lips
when you think the foxhole is full of rum
you get on your wooden raft to realize it is wine.

you say yes when it's the best
you say yes when it's your turn

unfortunately we harmonize like a children's gospel choir,

"we
we are the body
but we,
we want to party

we want convenience
wrapped in thorns
we want convenience
bleeding with horns

we change as little as mission possible
we are best at looking out for number one"

yeah we are so free,
our guilt always takes a backseat
driving slow we swim in nails

oh, if we reflected the polluted lake of our
actions
if shoveled justices drank against our shallow
satisfactions
we're buried neck deep in the seizures of our moments
today is always everyone's favorite day to shake.


but we,
we stick our mouths out and sing,

"we, we,
we are the body,
but we,
we want to party

we,
we are the body
and we,
we are to party

we want convenience
wrapped in thorns, yeah
we want convenience
bleeding with horns

we change as little as mission possible
we are best at looking out for number one"


how pretty that we are not enough
of failures with curved spines
when scoliosis represents our bent path
of least resistance
we know we've some sorries to share
imperfectly the spacing between our vertebrae
and repentances


the chiropractor always finishes ahead of schedule
how surprised were your eyes
you saw bright the gavel that cannot wait.

09/02/2011

Author's Note: we, we are the body but we, we want to party, we want convenience wrapped in thorns, we want convenience bleeding with horns

Posted on 09/02/2011
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