Magic Dust
I'm tired of hanging by a thread
on the edges of Satan's fangs
while the venom is pouring and burning me
until my carcass is all that remains
so I let go, withdrew, rapidly collapsing
as I awaited my impending doom
when suddenly out of nowhere a golden hand
scooped me up like a spoon
gently placing me in the center of a stage
where the spotlight was shining on me
then it sprinkled me with magic dust
thus releasing the ink from the seed
my emotions traveled at a velocity
faster than cars on highways
catching large amounts of attention from people
and they're looking at me sideways
they gaze making me feel like I am trapped up in a corn maze
trying to find the fucking right path so I can part ways
it's amazing how the ink comes out of my pen blazing
racing 'bout to burn a fucking hole into the page man
I'm raging like a beast breaking up out of his cage and
patience thinner than a fucking California raisin
IQ higher than the brain of Sarah Palin her face looks like a fucking
shit stain on an apron it's funny oh so funny that I like to make fun
I just needed a good laugh fuck it man okay I'm done
 
© 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)

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