DanceswithwordsForensic of a Xmas Cracker!
January 13th 2010 08:51
Forensic of a Xmas Cracker
Smashed off my ‘narna’
Bourbon bottles for skis
Ice crushed and powder
A doobie at my knees
Her lip gloss is shiny
Teeth as white could bite
Offer’s a sparkling zombie
Twisted at both ends
‘Pull on this’ she offers
I feel pathetic now hearing it
Punishment is to play her game
Grip it firmly she peeks inside her end
You’re cheating on me, like the year before
I look to the fuse exposed by friction
No sooner the effort than the surprise
A crack and that horrendous hurrah
Demented winners searching through exploded wrapping
Wanting to know how it all works
Plastic toy gun rolled up party hat
Real blood and jokes that aren’t
Bleeding out both ears
Left rear bass speaker in view
I feel for that stupid hat on my head
Xmas carpet always feels so good.
Dances
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