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Four Pigeons
I'm just a bed warmer
With better conversation
With sheets pulled tight
We'll be the barn stormers
Killing the brain cells
With killer irrigation
Initiating the master plan
Of saving our childish ways.
I'm forever the head splitter
Spilling lakes into ponds
Into tributaries into distilleries
Into the young queries of anxious
Riddle riddled relentless
Young lads like me or you
Who come from the ooze
Asking the sky to birth
Another earth for me to drink in too.
You're the hard headed
Fickle faced peach bottom broad
I'm always trying to become use to
But booze wore off around two
So you can keep my conscience
Company by spilling a fact
To counteract this air in conversation
Invading our space so now it's just
Us and tension pulling us together.
I've told the torsos to suit up
And the lower legs to
Kick it in gear
But the heads smashed savage
Bucks up rodeo ready
To disable the assemblage
For once again we shine
Hot lamps hoary into eyeballs
Hoping to see ourselves
In plasmatic iris's
Unamazed.
Being cute
does not compute.
