Nameless
You did this
To yourself
Publicly wild in sorrow
Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah
With extreme and almost comically
Excessive violence now not beneath you
Back from the dead
With promises to live at least three months
Jack-o-lantern ass
With paid up rubber tits
For a conscience
Paula Pahrump eats in a dump
Reacting to the slightest bit of kindness as though a drug
The rain tambourined off a thousand empty liquor bottles in the courtyard
When your sons grow up to never place flowers there
You did this to yourself, is all they will choose to remember
Plum petals fall into shade