There's a man in the tree over there
can't you see?
either a man or a cop waiting
to restrain the free
i want him to run off
vanish by the time i re-open my eyes
so this street may seem sunny
vibes streaked with warm family ties
i picked off the nails
because they were yakking at my hands
hoped to remove those pesky fleas
that don't care where or on whose head they land

we all removed our skin that night
i thought it might have been a dream
when i stepped out of euphoria
not a drop of flesh was there to be seen

you make runs
i do it too
by the end of the week
we need food and another cure, to another flu
even a sheet produces too much heat
but without it i shiver and whine
so very dehydrated i'm sure
within a year, death will come with my last line

smoke able deceitful wonder
to whom i'm so devoted
show me the same respect and
on my back...do not tread!
i've given up acquaintances
that do not feel privileged in your company
all for your cruel treatment
that ironically, gives me
sweet release

there is one very imperative subject
90 percent of the time, you wont fail
you have managed to create a superb relationship
with me and my scale
oh have there been some lengthy years
prior to us meeting
which sunk me in a crap filled hole
along with endless thoughts of eating
it's true i felt ill at ease
& that feeling may never permanently depart
but this is about the ability to succeed
we'll have to wait a while on the heart

soon my slow significant enemies
will know the throbbing ache
that a little chubby girl knew
the shame that she constantly had to take
that will come in time and
i'll try and have power over my edginess
if you give an oath, promising elation
just the right quantity to disregard our emptiness
we are in the same boat, my little helper
you needing a place to serve
and me needing that service, that service
i unquestionably deserve

How's life?
a question that never follows
with a true answer
while you await my reply
i'm listening to Elton John sing
"tiny dancer"
cause the truth
i'm afraid, i'll give to you bluntly
and the shock value inside
comes full
and the serving will be plenty

i know about the downfall
you make me come down like
a brick thrown against a building
and the dark nights spent awake
i admit can be horrid
haunting and chilling
i still shed some imaginary
light to it all
an illusion that makes a dying
baby, stand tall
maybe it's a bit related
to my odd fantasies
and those damn perverted men
in those bloodcurdling trees
even when i shut my lids
damn sure it's far from real
the illusions, so mentally destructive
out of me, they make a meal

yet every day
i want it
soo i'll find
more than a little bit
but for now i just make believe
all is able to relieve
without clenching with it's friction
and not involving any type of risky addiction

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