I get uglier
THE BROKEN CAPILLARIES IN MY NOSE
everytime my forehead hits the bar
a residue of
CHAMBER OF COMMERCE
on his body.
he will appear
to be moving
I'VE GOT FLYING SAUCERS UNDER MY SKIN
We suck the rulers of the galaxy
to earth through the black hole
of our neoplastic prayers.
They're a three-chord thrash band
called the Carcinogenitals;
their explorations show we are
lumps on the lymph node of life,
better carved away. It's gonna
take a miracle. It's our only trick.
We feel no pain; we bring it.
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