SQUARE IS MY HEAD
by 
ROSIE
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Posted: Sunday, January 25, 2004 Word Count: 78 Summary: JUST A LITTLE SOMETHING I HAVENT THOUGHT ABOUT, BUT I HAVENT EXACTLY SORTED OUT WHAT I FEEL IS VERY BAD TIMING, JUST NEED TO GET SOMETHING DOWN, |
SQUARE
IS MY HEAD
SHOOTING BLANKS
SPAGHETTI SYSTEMS
THEY DRAG AND PULL THOSE
BULLETS OF WHITE
AND ON THE WALL
NEXT TO MY HEAD
ARE THE HOLES
FROM THE BULLETS
PENETRATE KITSCH YELLOW WALLS
WITH CIRCLES OF BLACK
THE WALLS
THEY ARE SPRAYED
WITH SOLDIERS LAUGHING CORPSES
BUT I AM DEADLY GRIM
WITH TEETH DRIED OUT, GRIMACED
STILL ILL EMBRACE THE DEAD SOLDIERS
WHO SHOOT AT MY HEAD
AND SPORN THEIR DEAD CHILDREN
FROM A SODDEN BROWN BED
IS MY HEAD
SHOOTING BLANKS
SPAGHETTI SYSTEMS
THEY DRAG AND PULL THOSE
BULLETS OF WHITE
AND ON THE WALL
NEXT TO MY HEAD
ARE THE HOLES
FROM THE BULLETS
PENETRATE KITSCH YELLOW WALLS
WITH CIRCLES OF BLACK
THE WALLS
THEY ARE SPRAYED
WITH SOLDIERS LAUGHING CORPSES
BUT I AM DEADLY GRIM
WITH TEETH DRIED OUT, GRIMACED
STILL ILL EMBRACE THE DEAD SOLDIERS
WHO SHOOT AT MY HEAD
AND SPORN THEIR DEAD CHILDREN
FROM A SODDEN BROWN BED