That's cute of you. So fucking precious.
Bringing somebody else's wishes up
with that borrowed bucket.
Are you initiated?
Have you walked ten miles
in tiger blood shoes?
You still have all your teeth
and toes.
I do not
smell your wounds.
I'm fucking sure
things were rough for you
in the food court last night.
Did the carousel
turn too slow?
Did the girl with braces
fuck up your order?
How's the old dreamscape?
Still thick with marshmallow melt
and wedding debt woe?
The pumpkins are leering.
The rats are running circles
around you.
Hallmark is always hiring.
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