Killing Buddhas on the corner
I stack them up by the chainlink fence
One, two, three
Every time I see one coming down the sidewalk
I puncture his stupid eyes with my tongue like a tentstake

I’m pitching camp right here
Four, five, six
I’ll peddle shrunken Buddha heads and bloodwine
Take my cut, stay drunk and happy every day

Building a throne out of headless Nirvana
Like a bunch of Lincoln logs
Seven, eight, nine stories high.
I’m going to sit up here yelling BAH!
At stray dogs and street crust
Until the sun eats me alive.
Today I feel electric grey
I hope tomorrow, neon black
Last edited by Ganoosh at Mar 11, 2015,

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