Fruit Loop

 
your rage was coca cola bottles  
carbonated and explosive when shook  
I popped a cork in the fallout shelter  
 
the rusted sky shout at me in curses  
in the purple hours when I cry  
my pink panties laugh at the sun  
with his silly polka dot smile  
 
when I died in the yellow  
you mourned me with your protest signs  
the phone rang, it was for the fighter  
retired to Mr. Clean  
you witness an end to fruit loops  
 
laughing a little in spite of yourself  
you coughed too hard  
and I almost pissed myself  
 
Freud is investigating my daddy issues  
using a telescope  
cause man I'm way out there  
 
inside the blue room  
I find little pieces of my mind  
picking them up off the angry carpet  
I tape my mouth shut  
 
in the rainbow rain  
I discover I'm still alive