She was a runner
Didn’t see the car coming
I got her legs before the ambulance arrived
He was pilot
In the mood for top gunning
We got a room and I
got out with his eyes
Cut the ass
Off a yoga tutor
In my lab with some
Copper suture and
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I thought my beard
was a little uneven
So I faced off with a hipster named Steven
Back from the morgue
With a ziploc of armpits
My chest is as thick
As a bear rug carpet now
Sliced a stripper's
scepter of passion
In a tanker of mild acid and
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There are faces I've re-membered
In my life
I always change
On a soft summer night
Rows of candyshell houses
And I walk the street
With the day’s remains...