behind the 'frigerator
the letters don't combine
into justified words
suck in
its a game of hot potatoes
with lazy lovers
familiar landslides
nipping at your heels
there isn't enough jack
to fill that hole in your pocket
green frogs and kids with crowns,
the day is always sunny
in a 2 dimensional world
plastic up to my ears.
tea kettle whistles,
the psychic reads
life in the steam
go now,
we are forgiven
for miracles never came
never knocked upon your door
let's two-step, we are
leprechauns in our dreams,
pot of gold
ever at the end of the road.
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