I dedicate this poem/song of insanity to my newest imaginary friend: Charlie!
...the retarded giraffe-snail-flipper...thing.
Tick-Tock
When stitching human parts with needle and thread
Be sure you have a bright idea inside your head…
Because the simplest uniforms
Dance around like unicorns
Before the nightmare settles and churns
Like the acid eating leftovers
Over and over and over again
We may begin to question
The life forms spewing from your mouth—
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I’m coming out!
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I’m coming out!
In the sin…of your hair
On the table…without a pair
Within every moment, I can’t bare
To remain transfixed in the toilet’s stare.
Because the simplest uniforms
Dance around like unicorns
Before the nightmare settles and churns
Like the acid eating leftovers
Over and over and over again
We may begin to question
The life forms spewing from your mouth—
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I’m coming out!
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I’m coming out!
And while things are getting pretty hot,
Paris Hilton’s chest becomes spontaneously combustible
And while things like puppies are being shot,
I can’t help but notice these psych meds are unreliable
Because the simplest uniforms
Dance around like unicorns
Before the nightmare settles and churns
Like the acid eating leftovers
Over and over and over again
We may begin to question
The life forms spewing from your mouth—
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I’m coming out!
Tick-tock, tick-tock, I’m coming out!