your farewell is far from realistic
but caution, kid
while you conspire
of tightrope walking on the wire
wrenching teeth with garden pliers
twisting your neck 'neath school bus tires
but when you combust, explode, expire
save that face from the crossfire
(mom would want a nice open casket, you know)
I know about the gore you dream,
which drinking red rum does inspire
your gnarled hair and lips, like Christ
crowned in thorns of fables prior
(we can't even afford a nice funeral, but she'd shred it all for you to be pretty when you die)
caution, kid
while you conspire
to eat your veggies! drink gunfire!
cause if somebody should inquire,
why your dark circles look so awful dire
why you blanket your heart in tight barbed wire
and post up signs reading "death! for hire!"
sing for leaking blood and seeping bleach
could you tell the truth?
of the siren voices and angels singing bird songs in a choir
so caution, kid
while you conspire
cause angels die, and do not tire
of Heaven perched just miles higher
and blue veins angels do admire
but yours ain't cut from gems sapphire
dress your razored wrists in fine attire
rainbow bracelets, and beaming smiles, and "the cat did it"
and I won't say it again
but caution, kid
dear death daydreamer
dooms day dewdropper
caution, kid
while you conspire
drink your milk! and kerosene!
your strong bones are on fire
fire, fire, lonely liar
choke on smoke and your desire
(you plan your exit, but never your goodbye)
