Wednesday, April 26, 2006

Break a Leg

Up on stage, podium prepared,
Got fresh cut hair,
They're holding up their hands under no tarp.
Your gut with a big bang blows all the chunks
Of the children you brought home,
Sexed up and wasted,
Carved up and tasted,
Basted and stripped with teeth their flesh and muscles
From such opalescent bones.
Break a leg, play with your tie, fix your collar,
Smile,
There's nothing caught in your teeth.
Speak, and they all hear.

A few more left clicks for limp dicks,
Download your fantasy.
Jack off before you shake everyone's hand.
Let's praise this man,
Whose closet is bursting with skeletons.
Hallelujah.