lobotomy

       
the cyanide sunrise        
snuffed out my optimistic disposition        
in the frying pan of realism          
         
while putrid remaining hope        
burned on the stove        
         
my skies bled lies        
spewed from the unfaithful lips        
of a cankerous woman        
         
whose word vomit        
puddled around my ankles          
in big thick chunks        
         
she turned out to be me        
         
imagine the dismayed moon        
to be doing life without        
sentenced for my crime        
         
imprisoned with lunatics        
at least he's a star there        
         
my blizkrieg of pain        
left him in a fallout shelter        
headed for the infirmary          
         
where he's going to be lobotomized          
so he never has to hear me again        
         
it doesn't take          
now he hears me internally        
an infernal monologue          
that sounds just like Mickey Mouse        
         
he has a hole in his head        
that leaks gasoline        
         
I strike a match        
set my words on fire        
they are forever burned to his brain        
         
         
         
         
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