dirty sticky feets and hands
worms and turds and foreign lands
want to be in mad bazaars
with swinging kings and twisted czars
burning face and peeling knee
Elle and Em and Oh and Pee
childhood red the adult scarred
with bloody grin the mirror marred
Rayon crayon swirling fiend
Veal to meal as soon as weaned
battle thick with foaming yells
swords and mallets striking bells
bursting squeezing needing meaning
tight-shut eyes still see the gleaming
wanting bigger better best
and fell to ruin like the rest
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