Hit the red button.
Let the letters hit the floor.
Haven’t you had enough of conveyor belt words?
Unlearn the machined alphabet;
A = Abandoned and we all know
That’s where every conversation starts
Push your chair back
And scrawl the walls.
This isn’t polite company.
I’m after the meat on your bones
And the sting of your teeth.
Don’t say you love me.
Custom sentiment is more expensive
But I’d pay whatever price
For your tongue covered in sawdust
Your mouth filled with hand-turned phrases.
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