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It's Ode to These Kids

these dammed up damned nuts
lurking the hypodermic underpasses
chasing white rabbits into pigeonholes
 
little rhyme valid reason
to fuck the pain away
too many tricks little tradeoff
just a head in the clouds
 
beneath societies functional
their bridge extends the gap between
filthy dank den aesthetic
anesthetic opium decrepit
 
not even rabid trolls charge toll
loose change friends turned fiends
their barricaded bedrooms
are bush whacked
this lifestyle totals, even the hardest
of hardened gremlins ghouls ghosts
these youngsters are geriatric
 
injection weathered faces
of christmasses passed
time put in hard
to sad spaztic facts
needless abscesses anaphylact
ticks talks to useless twitches
 
skinless itches
skidless self inflictions
down pressing their switches
they’re burning their witches
 
a mother’s night terrors
the suns face down
in ditches
“If he would ever call me back”
I could support him with supper
returns his kisses his favors
give’m a bath
reroute his path
 
but his dial tone never ends
along with his excuses
“so he thinks he aint lovable”
but that rapist ram van
sure is livable
 
I guess... if you call that life
abusing his head with lead
in his footsteps that’ve been well dead
atop the pedal to the floorboard
using his gas as if it were going outta style
he’s been below E for a while
 
that bottom rock’s deeper than miles
so deep beyond yonder
she craves like he fiends to see his smiles
but it’s been so long since he burnt those bridges
Jeff was so gifted
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