Subconscious, your face
I dream with my eyes closed
Single fisting double cheese sticks
while sitting on the couch
Sloppy and disturbing
A ghoul for all that's left
I know what it's like to be anything
And therefore nothing at all
And if I chose to play the game
I'd win no matter the outcome
And it's not that I don't care,
But rather there's no I
Yet if I was pink as pigs,
the wings would make me fly
But where to fly? Oh where?
We are the same,
we'd destroy one another
I'm selfish and I want to
I know you're there
at safe distance
we've thought it better that way
And not just only me
I let these words speak for us
alas it's all I have
Better to pretend crazy
than to be too true to thought
both of us
familiar with the taste
Another day, another year
Turkeys 'bout to baste.
Sounds delicious.
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