Saturn Missiles

Step on the lawn I keep the foot, peep In the pot go six degrees of cooked geese; Boiling, blitz the beach of mushed peas Over ten meat hooks with a blister each I'm all pincer, fevery hoodie-on hoodie-off Sweat through his E.T. sheets to the worry dolls Never met a quiet storm That didn't grow into a choir of colliding horns That go "click click clack" in territorial syntax Sitting on the porch with his lids pinned back Pinball whiz in a thimble of Sims I'm a symbol of whimsy abridged Kiss Me, I'm Dead; nursing a mystery, DayQuil Led Zep staring daggers down page mill How pray tell do he sit pretty? When the old one-two unglue in a tizzy Please hold for the don't-play dull boy Click: I am not a page or a pull toy Came in the door and the floor is lava Killjoy if your core more Norman Rockwell Born homesick for an invisible address, batshit Bumble and bat around catnip One black-heart Katamari massive Packed in a fat category-5 rat nest Nose on his sleeve, holes in his inner peace Robot phone like a tentacle of flippancy I hate you (I hate you more) No, I hate you infinity And Pangaea break into smithereens Interlude presto change-o If it move too quick (oh whey oh) Right brain go write train Ramo Mustache any old Monet, (no) Yes Merrily merrily merrily merrily In a cobweb tomb on a hotbed of heresy Frogmen schooled by the god Ed Emberley Pull dog sleds and exhume Dead Kennedys Bet: moth into kerosene awful A caution to straw men lost on Vaudeville Amorally mixing business With 144 Dixie Whistlers Lawnchair strongman twisted whiskers NASCAR Bic in his missing fingers Outcast from a system of kiss-the-ring-ers Are you privy to the misadventures? It's electric, meeting in the middle of the street With a lethally modified Piccolo Pete There is admittedly an incredible mystique To meddling in the reason a city won't sleep 48 strings of twelve That ring ring ring whiz-bang jingle bells And melt bootleg G.I. Joes to black taffy Classic fire-in-the-hole backdrafting Fold wildlife out of Wolf Pack wrapping Full moon, bad knee, wool hat, caffeine TNT plunger in all-caps ACME Blast off half of the whole damn mapscreen No sling no spear I'm a patchwork of 86'd springs and gears Who been stung by an unlinked pinky swear During his what-in-the-fuck-was-I-thinking years Maybe an awkward phase Like his acne and sophomore fade, played Calling all out-of-work action figures It was death by Saturn Missiles