Thursday, October 27, 2016

Buttered Toast

Drop buttered toast on the pavement falls right side up
But you will flop and quiver with your crumbled nose in the dust
 Under ladders your hearted soul leads aimlessly away
 But after tripping off heights to the thrashing water your breath will be astray
 Black cats do whisper and slink about your corners, drowning disgrace as your cloak
If you run into a sketchy bar depressingly drunk I wouldn't take a drink from the pleasantly accented bloack
 If the sky is red in the morning then sailors should take warning
 But if your sheets and walls and hands are on fire what is left for you than the ashes soaring
 Women can't drive is how the old saying goes
 But let's say the gorey pavement was left after you were bulldozed
 When you sneeze, about you someone is speaking
 But the wailing truths are always there, you just aren't listening
 Say Bloody Mary in the mirror three consecutive times as the clock struck twelve
 Though only the bloody reflection of nightmares will your imagination dweleve
 The superstitions are accusations of your unpleasant life's action
 But all these unpleasantries were brought on by your own worldly interactions

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