just a little murder for mother's day

the world is my meatloaf no gravy at hand
i dance by the shore line do you understand?
the night is a blanket covered in lice
i cry as i drown then i stab you twice

the monkeys all shatter like glass on the floor
my mother is angry, "what's this all for?"
i don't stop to answer, i run run away
the sun is my cover, as my life goes grey

long shadows, short memory, tall tales bout my lips
where will we go as each cold moment drips drip drips
into heaven, then slide slips to hell
don't worry my mother, i'm doing quite well

the world is my desert, no whipped cream atop
these tears are my dinner, served up with grief's slop
this night is my blanket, ripped tattered and wet
i scream while i drown -- still
you're not dead
quite


yet.