I Hate Needles
Fresco fringe
Inject happiness
With a serrated syringe
Tripped on a bottle
Falling down a bottomless binge
Far beyond the humanoid hinge
Everything went odd
In a pungent pinch
With all my strength
It still doesn't give an inch
Handsome haphazard
Snappy slum lord lizard
Alcoholic love fermenting
In an magical vineyard
I watch a display screen where
Reality is filtered, decay
And subliminal messages are whispered
And none of my questions are answered
Perhaps that is why I love to disobey
Go against the grain
Molding my own truth from clay
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