My horse is sold
Thoroughbreds never liked getting old
My goose is cooked
Down coats never felt so good
And autumn leaves
And takes the color from the trees
And the wait for green
Mirror mirror what do you see?
Shellac this skin
To keep everything inside
We lied to hold a truth
And give our tongues a taste
Of hideaways from vacant days
And liver testing nights we prayed
To a beast that cleaned our bones
Because our pockets weren’t lined green
And blew all of the absurd from the obscene
And read Nietzsche till our eyes
Would bleed red and face would stream white
And chest glistened blue gasping at a scream
As the decrepit hands called prosperity
Rasped away our dreams
Don’t bare those teeth
Put your fangs away
We can all still eat
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