poppinâ and blowinâ hearts out
my gingham lips kiss you miss your drama
Iâll be hacking up clotted spoons
licking off the clumps while my mouth
tastes like Sunshine Yellow
Dadâs grave still smells like vodka
I checked last night and vomited on his bones
the cuckoo saw me and started laughing
so I flipped the bird and waited for him to choke on my pill prescription
that I hid in the birdfeeder
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