random
candor
random candor
of matador catechism
BULL!! what are you trying to sell?
I see the flashy silk,
fishy, untrusting,
rat-like eyes...
you're nothing new,
the game's been run
you're an excellent pun
a play on your own words,
tripping over your tongue
as i tell you
no....
shattered
clattering
shattered clattering
of a million reasons to die
and you thought poison
was unique...wait 'til you see
my goody bag,
i know the tricks of the Styx,
and how to make julien fries,
so do help me won't you,
peer inside and take a little trip
a little trip with me
inside me, have a look,
SEE???
what do you see? is it me?
cracked
stacked
cracked stacked
plates of no consequence
but to crush under our fingers
you're having fun, but you can't
see what i'm putting in
your drink
The sheen's wearing off your skin
are you drinking?
A little more.
Your matador hat looks worn,
poor dear, drink up!
I know the pitch,
heard it a thousand times.
You think i don't know
your words from their
stolen rhymes?
You thought i had emotions
under my skin.
Reason for writing:
just because i felt like it
Birth sign: Scorpio
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