| Posted On: | 2008-12-02 09:11:01 |
you say you are ill
me, a mirror of your every flaw
(VICIOUSNESS)
my hand a cat claw
(HISS-HISS)
my height, expensive and unbreakable
jumpy as a mexican-bean,
frogs for licks, i can taste your tricks
you are a fever,
hallucinations and backflips
a slow surrender to the divine grace
thick and dopey, i strut my turkey wattle,
wearing panic as a face
i welcome your defeat,
You badass schizophrenic
we have warped and melted to a shriek
your cat-ear hat
my name-tag: freak
two space-cadets floating amongst our vibration
paper-cut pixies, we are pals,
a venomous combination
we have discovered true reason.
My new friend,
(this is no coincidence)
you say you are ill,
i say it is my influence
