Rest nicely on woolen leaves in a treehouse
a place where stress couldn't breathe and mosquitos are bemused with tea parties
Brooklyn breeze, and dirty car seats
Don't mention murder or larceny unless you're about to unburden this fern. It's parsley.
It's a relaxing atmosphere until you're being taxed out of the rear
and order a maxi-pad for the taxidermist who can chronicle his own fears
This song is for my bold peers. The ravens with hair that crow about their day jobs
and the dandruff drifts, damp subsists, and won't amount to quasars
Put a rope around the bank cards.
Coax the ghost from out of Anchorage - and hope the folks know how much of the amount is cancerous.
The price limit for chemotherapy treatments is set. Not many can afford
penniless as hordes who stand for norms, and sentient reform
Let me in the door. Let me shoot a semi into storms.
Or dead me at the fore. Grant me amenities in deadly Ecuador
Mezzanines at-large, mentally depart
from wordy words and heady metaphors
The jeans have dried, after whitewater rapid washing
Things dry out quickly when the river does first
So riverbed, don't burst.
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