Came home in the middle of the night
my father says what you gonna do with your life
Well, daddy dear you're still number one
Oh, girls they wanna have fun
I spend time trimmed. Like a life of love left lonely. This is what we do or don’t do best. I want noisy riches and admit to myself the lack thereof.
This is my own palatial place, perhaps.
I thought the horror moan alright. Suffering themselves through the casual horror. The real push of ambivalence a filial punt. I should fake an imitated velvet instead.
oh, girls they..
Want to call the card a spade.
The phone rings in the middle of the night
My mothers says when you gonna live your life right?
Well, mother dear, we're not the fortunate ones.
Oh, girls they wanna have fun.
Maybe
yes
this
dress
shall
repair
the
better
parts
long
since
lost.
Oh, girls they..
Thats all they really want
Those girls they wanna have fun.
Fate passed through, wide open and locked. Intimate whimpering like a song made sad. Silence stifles the darkening fruits, and we’re all fruits to begin with.
Mis-shapen girl, when will you sudden?
If I ever dream my body, it’s a better body to begin with. A fiction that makes it’s own fact functional.
A lead unto droll debt and clicks and crisis.
Some boys take a beautiful girl.
Only hide her away from the rest of the world
Well, not me I wanna be the one in the sun.
Girls they wanna have fun.
Dream #203:
I spend two hours raping a girl I have no desire to ever see again, or be in, and I realize that she is holding a flat Chihuahua. I look at her with the sense of someone who is better off being in bed alone. This signifies complicity, and I tell her so. She smiles and says to stop.
So I stop.
This brings us to the bridge, the one that she jumps off of.
I smell summer monstrous and hear to her beats, counting the seconds to reach the water below.
I whisper, The descent is the best part, so enjoy it so.
In chained gold I now know deep enjoying as false, as a fossil thing.
And I wake up and pour a bowl of fiber flakes.
Oh, girls they
thats all they really want
those girls they wanna have fun.
I compose a wreath of mistakes,
and brighten the smiles
of my soldiering defeats.
