LettersTo begin this letter of letters, each phrase should lead the way.To a phrase of final construction, of what I try to say.This lone letter is my view, from which everything is seen.This letter begins a long life, after that the middle of Halloween.To explain the next in line, alliteration, quite precise. Victory for vigilance, in verbose and vicious vice.Enter an Exuberant entourage, excited to excel!This letter is favored by children, tested oh too well.Parents despise it so, the second to last is what they'll groan.The last is the most important, and whose heart I have on loan.This lonely phrase awaits your smile, with reply, soft and low.Because when you return it, that's when it will truly grow.
Fear the nose.The nose and a teaspoon were very good friendsThey'd stand by each other, each 'til the end.Gravity be damned they'd fight their foes.For who would dare tangle with a teaspoon and nose,A lick for a teaspoon, quite the tussle there'd be.The nose a prize fighter, that no one could see.The two quite the pair, they'd romp through the streets.None more aware of the looks they'd defeat,Champions around them would drop to their knee,The nose took a big sniff, and teaspoon, some tea.Something stood out in this large crowd of fear,A challenger, who'd defeat them, his name: the mirror.
Back at the BarBack at the bar in the mirror I see you again, corner of my eye.You're my clever distraction.A jumble of nonsense that screams "YAHTZEE!"In my life of sanity and consistency you blindfold me,Throw me in the trunkDrive out to the beach, bury half of me in the sand, strip me of my blindfold and shove a nameless hotel key in my mouth with a note that says "Find me."You break my heart when you're here; you break it when you're gone.You told me to just go, and I told you get a job and stay.Money is a tool, money is something that confines you, use the tool and never let it control you.I told you long ago, and now you remind me.When the river flows you're a bear fishing for tic-tacs and skittles.Taste the rainbow, back at the bar, let's go.Ten years pass you'll have disappeared, it's what you're best at.A figment of my imagination you're a siren, love me, kill me, I'm a phoenix back again for another round.Back at the bar, popcorn and beer all around me, my best friend beside m
Chocolate Covered Bullets.Your words are chocolate covered bullets.Leaving deep scars that most never see,Shoot me in the mouth next time is what I told you.Shoot me in the mouth, if you're gonna use words like that.Sure, you're pretty, but so is a flower watch it wither in the sun.Brains? Yea babe you got 'em. Smarter than a diesel,Pick one, it's your ego that I hate.A Slut for comfort is what I see here, we all crave a home: so build one already.A glutton for punishment, keep taking it, Stings like a bitch.Float like a butterfly, I'll sit back from my box seats.This isn't a boxing match, this is a dual, pistols up, take the paces.I got bullets too, ones you'll never see comin'.All angles descend, as we get to three, did I say this was a fair fight?You're down babe, it's a good thing too, your gun was too strong.Shot those sweet tasty bullets right through all of us, and see,See those bullets you were firing got so much force, well they'da come backThey'da come back and hit ya like they did us.