Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Pretty Pretty Pleaser

Please, please
Bathe me in your filthy lies.
They leave a film of
Greasy disdain over my
Broken porcelain skin.
Please, please
Stretch the truth,
Until it's as thin and
Meaningless as sugary taffy
Being swallowed down the
Gullets of gluttons.
Please, please
Tell me there's nothing honest
Left in the world as
You've raped the meaning out of
The purest gestures.
Please, please,
Put the bag over my head
And promise me that
All the world looks like this.

12-1-10


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