Dreams for Sale

Dreams, are they real? Would you dare wake me?

From this craving, that I'm feeling, this love I'm needing,

Believe him, appeal to her, tell her you need some,

Bread buns, some barbecue fun,

A gun, I'll run, I'll let her have my son,

A nun, have fun, and tell me sweet nothing,

Arrest me, attest to thee, and say that I'm craving,

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For a feeding, a summer seedling,

A season's greetings,

Alleviate, this burden, tell me I'm learning,

Of this dream that I'm speaking, this air we grew up in, and my sweet lovely cousin,

Who I'll make sure to nut in,

This mess, that I’m making,

In my trousers, I’m waking,

And I was baking a cake for you,

Or do you prefer eggs and bacon?

How much are you making?

A piece, a bite,

Of this game, that I’m selling out, of love,

For the world,

And all of it unfurls,

The girl, I’ll learn,

To be her good night song,

Get along, and with your sister too,

Tell her what’s new,

In the paper,

I’m late for,

School!

Love Scars

I was walking her home, but she was too beautiful! Like a diamond light in the moon, the wolves smelled their boon, said hey, how are you, let me lick your purse, she was like ew, better not, my boyfriend will kick your ass, and I was like what, and I got stabbed, I killed a man, and now I have to bury the body, anyways took my girl home, said since when was I your boyfriend? It will be official after tonight, she says with a laugh,

Anyways, just puncture wounds.