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she had californian teeth and a pointy little bra,
her father was a dwarf who drove a big, fat car,
her mother dressed in zircon and natty threads of foil
with a serpent for a pet, around her neck it would coil.
they were a family of misfits, of outcast and freaks
with a capital G for gimps and another G for geeks.
they spent sunday by the river, a holy day for fish,
with toadstalls in a bowl and lizards in a dish
that they would cover all in clover and a thick lick of mud
and wash it down like nectar with a warm cup of blood.
but no one in dakota nor in far off quebec
would ever pay them heed or give any respect
to a family of weirdos from the wrong side of the track,
as grandama was a leper and grandpa a hunchback
but everyone remembers that godawful day
the macdoogs hit the town as they came out to play.
her father was a dwarf who drove a big, fat car,
her mother dressed in zircon and natty threads of foil
with a serpent for a pet, around her neck it would coil.
they were a family of misfits, of outcast and freaks
with a capital G for gimps and another G for geeks.
they spent sunday by the river, a holy day for fish,
with toadstalls in a bowl and lizards in a dish
that they would cover all in clover and a thick lick of mud
and wash it down like nectar with a warm cup of blood.
but no one in dakota nor in far off quebec
would ever pay them heed or give any respect
to a family of weirdos from the wrong side of the track,
as grandama was a leper and grandpa a hunchback
but everyone remembers that godawful day
the macdoogs hit the town as they came out to play.
image by porcelain skull - words by cocaine jesus
2 comments:
i think we should set this to music and sing it as an anthem as we epilleptically dance under the effect of hard psychedelics around a pire of flesh and bones while we lacerate our bare bodies with stone knives and electric eels you know?
anything that wolf would do on a sunday picnic, for instance...
picnic at hanging rock dystopian, this porcelain pic...
heartbreaking
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