• another orange soda poem

    i am savage splattered ink and stink

    running wildly in the city with a torch

    fire fire fire

    i desired monotony

    and found a false prophet

    and a fake puritan

    an austere hypocrite

    ---

    and this strict suggestive scholar

    with his patriarchal mastery

    of persuasive language

    and gangly arms

    like ropes

    like seatbelts in a silver bullet car

    as we'd elope

    ---

    and i had never had the blustery wind envelope me, oh god

    but i am not the perfect goddess

    therefore, he was ted but i am not Sylvia

    i am savage slave and bumpkin

    no suh

    i am not perfect

    he can be teddy tommy Cromwell

    but i am nobody, not perfect

    nosuhreebob

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    this feels too short

    but i've run out of brain

    the austere scholar had me drained

    insane

    with cigarettes and Jackie d's and chains

    and fire and cages

    i woke up a sage

    ---

    with purply pink robes

    across the globe

    i ran 'cross so many cities

    with a torch

    FIRE, FIRE, FIRE

    but i will not desire

    monotony,

    nosuhreebob