Throw Her a Bone

September 3, 2013

Throw Her a Bone

I'll take two bags of her bones , please .

Thread them through my hair .

Braid them up in ribbons , please .

A skeletal affair .

I'd like to have her spine , ma'am .

Yes , I know it's broke .

I'll glue it back together , ma'am ,

Or tie it up in rope .

I'll buy up all her ribs , hmm

Use them as my knives .

I hear they are expensive , hmm

The cost of many lives .

I'll purchase half a collarbone , yes

Spear it thoroughly in half.

Whole , it is too fragile , yes

To never bear a laugh.

I've not much need for thigh gaps ,mm

It seems they have no use .

She wasted thirty years ,mm

To find it was a ruse .

I need corroded stomachs, oh

Effects of fingers burned.

I'll paint on them with oils ,oh

To glimpse what she had earned .

She must have had a nightmare ,

And found herself awake .

Reality is quite demonic ,

When ones sanity is at stake .

To think she harbored fantasies ,

Of eternal diet pills ,

Yet end up in my market ,

A bag of bones and ills .

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