Placebo I Want
I am world wrecker, tummy
rubber extraordinaire, something
spilled on you you wish it at
least smells good. The young make
no compromise, which is the one
selfish act required, a peep show
for bloggers. Here is where the dead
horse lilies grow, this statue a
unicorn with our sign taped on it:
I am all of honesty, embarrassing,
and Mr. Cruelty, the secret ways
that watertowers are repainted,
& whatsoever you procrastinate,
Do it in style, is what it said.