Magic Dust

I'm tired of hanging by a thread on the edges of Satan's fangs while the venom is pouring and burning me until my carcass is all that remains so I let go, withdrew, rapidly collapsing as I awaited my impending doom when suddenly out of nowhere a golden hand scooped me up like a spoon gently placing me in the center of a stage where the spotlight was shining on me then it sprinkled me with magic dust thus releasing the ink from the seed my emotions traveled at a velocity faster than cars on highways catching large amounts of attention from people and they're looking at me sideways they gaze making me feel like I am trapped up in a corn maze trying to find the fucking right path so I can part ways it's amazing how the ink comes out of my pen blazing racing 'bout to burn a fucking hole into the page man I'm raging like a beast breaking up out of his cage and patience thinner than a fucking California raisin IQ higher than the brain of Sarah Palin her face looks like a fucking shit stain on an apron it's funny oh so funny that I like to make fun I just needed a good laugh fuck it man okay I'm done By Glenn McCrary © 2010 Glenn McCrary (All rights reserved)