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::: My Mind In The Blender :::

With a ghostly duet
Of biker-gang groove
I annihilate you
With my guitar squall drool
And my alpha male cock

I don’t look back
On Killer Miike
Or the Jet Generation
Only fire forward
To more
Doggy-style lovin’
And the little known money
But I stay shameless
And irresistible
A Nazi Dog
With a fist full
Of your exotic dark hair
Riding you like a German Bard

You know
Its still winter
In Jersey
And Brooklyn
And L.A.
For all I give a sh*t

All I can think about
Is getting it up
And warm between my legs
With visions
Of killing kittens
All over your spaghetti straps
And your pink rumba shorts
Holding it all together
With pink toes
In lime green pumps
And black thigh high socks
Sliced open

Up
Strange
Beautiful
The fizz sex
Sails up
My back
And sweetens
My tongue
With visions
Stripping and unveiling
My residual mind
In the blender

I know
My sinister brilliance
Is nothing but
Hack, sift, lift, steal
The bug spray back
From the endless
Black Flags

It’s all up
And comeback
These days
When you think and stop
And f*ck around about it
And finally
Getting a release
In you
All over you
In the U.S.
In Europe
Is just
Soot or spit

Sorry
There is no
Sugary pop here
For your
Broken-baiting-jerkery!

I am a social scenester
JUST LIKE YOU
An A-typical White Stripe F*cker
Of course
You approve
Of all that
Unstoppable dinky
M.I.A. dance
Nothing but kooky beauty
From some humable
WTF pavement piss
Maybe even that
Is too much credit?
M.I.A.
Quasi-disco wannabe Peaches sleaze

I’m an 80’s boy
Scruffing his way
Through the dinky
Kooky
Beautiful throwback
And
I am unstoppable
Waiting
For my midnight TV show special
Where
I will make you laugh
Provoke you to violence
Wrestle you like Elvis
And impersonate
The L.A. locusts
With
Three little words

I
trusted
you

Written by: ~ J.D. Szalla

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