Let the words

 

Let the words curve like the curves of her porcelain skin

Into magnificent sins committed by holy men in the bowels of a church while praying

Let the curb be the nirvana that couldn’t curve Kurt away from hurt

Curb the chances of depression by flirting with god in a church

Assure the fur on your back your not an animal first

But let the words curve like wings of a dead bird

Bend back the purs of felines nearby in see through shirts

Barrow the buildings of citizens and purge

Create life on this planet and then purge

Create sensation on this planet and then hurt

Frighten away the only flirtable persons with courage

Drink the solution softly after its stirred

Bend in the wind like an object being burned

That object being a flag with its face turned

Lean in like an child listening to learn

Pay attention to the words and their worth

Conceive the conveying of them and admire their birth

Let the words bend like curves for your curb

Scrape them smoothly so they make sense when heard