Charles Dexter Ward
By XII
I ain't got a space that's mine
I just jump along the tracks
Who's the hokey brokey mayor?
I need to talk to St. Sobriety
at the center for shock treatment
I need nipple clamps pushed
up under my godawful toenails
bleeding like a stuck virgin
Huffing up and down the stairs
Stands in a real cold corner
The street signs hate the happy
To make the worst decisions
of my entire human life is
like catching on fire and
feeling so warm for a whole
night and in the morning
well, at least you made it through the night
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