What The Hell Was That?

attractive in nature, stare and gawk
prisoned imagination
gut wrenched
and then
all is silent
as all get out

in a fight
the pair of spectacles
were broken

correct me at
the facility
and get your
cigarettes from
the vending machine

late afternoon
hands are chopped
half way
to the bone
till
the right
words come

she is in
a painting
in your mind
on the wall
you wanna
take her down
and cleanse
the stain

surprise attacks
keep coming

eyes
on the prize
at the carnival
tight lipped
secret keeper
divas dive and
attack
oysters

what
the hell
was that?

DVR
while
you nap

work away
slave away
work and play
so you say

the beast’s
belly
is full

but

can take
more

repetition
generation

so you say
you
won’t
be like them

and you shape up
you dress
up swell

yay, you can
be less angry now
mature
(mah-tour)

I’m not gonna
rhyme any more

mind in
the

sewer

taste is

poor

you poor, poor

man

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