as the masses laugh holding the pin to yr hand grenade heart

you
gotta
write
w/
the
shotgun
stuck
in
yr mouth

you
gotta
write
w/
the
hamburger
of
despair
in
yr
mouth

you
gotta
write
w/
yr
yellow
rotting
teeth
falling
out
in
yr
mouth

you
gotta
write
while
spitting
bloody
molars
at
the
ugly
white
page

you
gotta
write
w/
stained
cigarettes
sitting
burning
in
the
gaps
of
yr
gums

you
gotta
write
as
yr
top
floor
blood
pressure
boils
yr
kidneys
&
presses
threateningly
against
the
walls
of
yr
vessels
all
while
the
sides
of
yr
room
close
in

you
gotta
write
w/
yr
head
on
backwards
bleeding
out
of
yr
busted
nose
while
yr
neck's
in
a
noose


while
yr
nostrils
are
hemorrhaging
down
yr
crooked
spine

you
gotta
write
while
dancing
in
broken
down
shoes
in
yr
own
pool
of
blood

while
dancing
on
yr
own
fucking
grave
&
everybody
else's

YOU GOTTA DANCE UNTIL YR HEART EXPLODES & RED WAR PAINT STAINS THE RUNGS OF YR RIBS & YOU RIP THEM OUT ONE BY ONE & DRUM ON THE PAGE W/THE LONESOME UNCONTROL
OF A GOD