i hope you know your fabled cookies won't survive
the crumbs of joy you choked down wont go home to wives
each chocolate chip they housed has colors that look bleached
to take a trip from sugar slacks to scones impeached
inside the box you'll find a recipe for dirt
please replicate the taste of that rape victim's skirt
her panties taste a tad of apple juice that's dried
we will not rest until each predator has fried


once at the feast it's up to you to toe the line
if you lack courage fork yen out for more boxed wine
and if the cup you've known had dennys on the mind
to smoke with gothic friends is quite the seamless bind
your menu reads like a brochure by blameless bards
it might remind you you have arbys in your yard
if r&b gets you approved by yenta youth
promote your whistle till you have poledancing proof


OR FRAME THE FRISBEE that you found in someone's fist
and publicize their plastic till the owner's pissed
because the hippies all quit tripping when it flew
who dared convert this prestige to their line of shoes
and on the beach they dug a tunnel for spare drugs
i fetishized their freedom and their wealth of hugs
should you bring straws you one day find the paper ripped
a record of wild times at parties you both skipped


she rarely speaks so on her behalf i must whine
it must be thankless to metabolize for swine
you take their food and turn it to ideas they'll eat
they feel the pipes fill when they make a myth of meat
so she begrudgingly puts down her hostile spikes
and hopes they get his latest tirade on closed mics
we knew when planning that our labors can't be found
at least we get the stars when they can't fake their sound


so let's hold tall to uncanned voiceless snakes
we walk towards unknown prisons we can't take
and follow up the promise of new chips
to take a ride through lines of teeming ships
so let's hold hands beneath a towering tree
the lights add up to factors made of threes
and all salute the schisms that shield tanks
the triads of a dragon whose flame sank


when shame feels need it lingers on the strap
a pulse accrues in boxes for true tap
the blinking sign that sailors followed once
has no more meaning for the sleuth's deaf hunch
a magnifying glass can shed white soul
a pistol in your hands some aunt just stole
take out the scraps of paper that you've loved
a picture's worse a thousand bouts and shoves


there's talk of warriors who now can cure coal
they black their face with ashes they unroll
their image ripped from dripping pipes of paste
they hold themselves together crying waste
so fold the future to the fables of a fly
a rack on dish denotes it wants to dry
just like a fishstick it wants one more try
because of bread it lost its option to know sky


three took too long so now we won't get four
that's loss of liberty for my patriots to score
to take a bath in pleas from plaintive gimps
you'll have to ponder thoughts on pretzels from poor pimps
we made some money with the promise of less ads
it was invested in dilution of dead fads
so take your secretary to the pub in minks
a condom on the sly can lead to kinky winks