8

Number 8 from The Knockouts

Trade papers
The inside of the fortune cookie telephone number
Crumbles, that is the way it is, isn't it?
Decay is beauty
From it we are exposed to the elements
Skin peeled back like med school cadavers with their faces split open
I want to leave a good looking corpse
Plenty of pink filling and maybe a case study or two
Dried out on a dissecting table for the narrator to say "Here lies, how did he live?"
Never met an infallible man I didn't leave an impression upon because I never met one
It is gut wrenching almost
Say we are in the end times
But no one reads the newspapers
Been on television a few times
But only on the sidelines
Saw my face on the big screen while I was murdered by a jealous lover
Actors in the play
I wouldn't stop laughing and afterwards I walked home alone
I could do anything I wanted now being free, so I had a cup of water and put on my coat and sat down with the door open and lights on and waited for someone to do the honors
I climbed out through my window and stood outside searching for solid ground and when it hit me my life would be perfect
It worked last time
All I needed was a push and a good agent
Birds of a feather and things of that nature
The earth is only curved from the edge
Found out the first way that down feathers don't make you float no matter the thread count and most of those rhymes are nonsense
Too much time on my hands to be an aesthetic so I'm in the aesthetic business
“She smells like baby powder”