truth will hurt you free

these words are stuck in my teeth
rotting seeds that make my voice stink
still i speak and i speak unsupervised
for nothing at all is ever a surprise
the obsessive mastication is all that is left
to ruminate, regurgitate, redecorate
the house of cards that stands
through storms and plagues alike
the decaying embellishments linger
swaying like scarecrows in barren fields
waiting for someone to come back home
words that wait for vacant mouths

House Of Confusion

Magic water runs in taps
Heads lie still in baseball caps
Forks and fingers dance on the ceiling
They don't know how I am feeling.

Smell of old farts is prevalent
Which no deodorant can prevent
The doors creak every now and then
The sink stinks of socks of men

Chickens roost upside down on the floor
On every wall, the number of a whore
I tried calling but its just customer care
They say Melissa doesn't live there

The house of confusion is alive but dead
The sound effects of chickens are in my head
I tell them no but I can't ignore
I hear them laugh when I am bored.

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That ladies and gentlemen, is a masterpiece.

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