Description: poetry and stuff
My heart of glass With your hammer You smashed my tennis balls With your racket You scratched my record With your needle You batter fried my long johns With your esophagus My house party became An Aqua Velva night stand The whip poor will sang To a glass of frozen champagne gna Its song Not heard by many Understood by fewer Dribbled on my knee highs
When I was abducted into the system I took a bow of constant commentary On the meaningless and mundane
Into the mouths of your enemies Notice the similarities in their voices To yours