Sour Apple March

Big butt Betty he could crush you when he doesn’t fall
Then they’ll see that you’ve the prettiest guts of all
Rip me ope me
Stick and choke me
Muddy bloody big brown toes
That’s my portrait
But I drew the feet that bore it
Dimwit dilly if she thinks you’re just a babe
Goliath lift the punch bowl off of David Rabe
I love Chaddy
Tease his sharpie write him daddy
Kiss this candy for your mouth
Mmm green apple
Think that’s pretty? She’s a fucking chapel
Curdled milk
Ferment tea
All my friends and foes wanna die
Ain’t we all dying???
Moldy coffee
I keep coughing
Why does everyone wanna fuck
Another fucking fool
And why are you touching her
Why are you bumping her
Why are you humping her sir
Something borrowed
Something blue
An old friend died
A new one too
And we were born on the very same day
I wish I would’ve told her before she went away
She picked the dead bird up off the ground
And he came out with his pants half down
These are things I see
Like on his little tv
When I hid the meat I picked out of my teeth
Now she’ll never know
We grew at the same time
Now I’m left alone
Still our stars align
Our stars align
They’ll always align
And you’re the pineapple of my eye
The apple of my chest
The juice box in my mind
It’s time
She did whatever she wanted
Cause she was gonna die
Then again so am i
She just wants
To be seen
Pick the bird up cause a scene
Rosy cheeks
Sticky eyes
Bullet mind
You are not so wise