The Beer Bottle Truth
I:
Aren't you something now
You're shining, glowing
Let me touch your cheeks...
NO! Hell NO!
Putrid, rancid fingers might soil my pristine marble smile
Ah, the elegiac loss of a bipolar's deluded radioactive persona
II:
You and I
We're not very different, you and I
...fiber-optically weaved by God's hands...
You and I
We're never the same, you and I
III:
A monosaccharide kiss - sweet and awful
[no, not at the same time]
Next time you kiss me make sure you use your tongue
We're all convinced THAT'S WHAT IT'S MADE FOR
NOW THE DEAFENING SILENCE BLINDS YOU, I SAY
COME TO ME AND SPEAK LIKE YOU HAVE NEVER SPOKEN BEFORE, YOU SAY
BUT IT'LL ONLY BE THE BEER BOTTLE TRUTH!
It'll only be the beer bottle truth
Nothing but the beer bottle truth...
Angry and agitated and cold and belligerent and frustrated and irrational
Shh... we're gonna hurt someone.
grasseseatcows
9/28/2006 10:15:00 PM