watching wonderland sky burn
throw my hands over
your tiny little
ears don’t match they
have to go white strip too
end up with just another stacy
the greatest thing ever
organized in the history
of the world probably wonder
wonderful drunk and handsome
lead to boiled down poop or
controlled falling in the can
love from bury me in your
hands my only chance
out in the head motor skills
the whole deal is guiding
wondering what we are
without these name and
finger into that
maw soothe me wit
eye bow before your temple
of drool to save ourselves
getting shit behind our
ear the mystery
the lighter eye
