manic_panic
Bluelighter
“Blue Feather Television”
(Reed Rosson)
Sacred and moist my eyes done gotten real gooey
Way back relaxed on a phat-ass white comfy bed
I’m biting beef jerky, wow, it’s so damn chewy
I wonder if that news reporter gives good head
Purple buttons finish off strangling my remote control
I crunch my teeth on wavy pasty potato chips n salsa
Blue feather TV, face-down in a clay bowl
and now I’m in the kitchen stirring multi-colored pasta
Blues on the screen
Green glowing machine
Heady narcotic, electronic sedative
Dream clean hearing a cold fuzzy scream
of a lying stranger or dying relative
Antenna narcosis splitting my screwballsy headache
it’s getting, stripping, it’s definitely buzzing much worse
Black and yellow bee sting supremium hood shake
Immobile wet my pants on the couch or at church
Blues and reds are ahead of my semi-stable mind
I can’t seem think about the ill-passing time
I could butcher a hot damn grandfather clock
I mighta been pissed off if you didn’t give a fuck
White-hot wax fading in the middle of the TV soon chilling
I think it’s enabling an evil message of psycho-commercial fraud
Half-fake news and Bob’s barbecue grilling
another poor sonofagun who tried to play god
Primetime vibe downstairs shiny circus run
It’s okay I suppose if our kids have fun
Explosive clown slaves and a million and one puns
They become a Technicolor mafia while war has begun
I’m annoyed not paranoid
Holy subhumanoid pretty sly ‘n fuck-lazy
Don’t try to amaze me but hey call me “baby”
Won’t we get a little wild when your tongue come taze me
Self-conscious secrets,
self-confident puppets
A burnt out beatnik
who paints a picture to love it
Rolling troll boasting television sports
here come the beer and hotdogs and pretty-girl shorts
Lead the cheer for me while you have the energy
Foxy I’m floating in my bed wishing you would finish me
Blue feather television
Birds fly from my eyes
chirp and lie just as we do in disguise
The sun and the sky continues to blind
while the darkness soon falls
and no one’s left behind…
***
I wrote this last evening, and I hope you like it. all comments welcome%)
(Reed Rosson)
Sacred and moist my eyes done gotten real gooey
Way back relaxed on a phat-ass white comfy bed
I’m biting beef jerky, wow, it’s so damn chewy
I wonder if that news reporter gives good head
Purple buttons finish off strangling my remote control
I crunch my teeth on wavy pasty potato chips n salsa
Blue feather TV, face-down in a clay bowl
and now I’m in the kitchen stirring multi-colored pasta
Blues on the screen
Green glowing machine
Heady narcotic, electronic sedative
Dream clean hearing a cold fuzzy scream
of a lying stranger or dying relative
Antenna narcosis splitting my screwballsy headache
it’s getting, stripping, it’s definitely buzzing much worse
Black and yellow bee sting supremium hood shake
Immobile wet my pants on the couch or at church
Blues and reds are ahead of my semi-stable mind
I can’t seem think about the ill-passing time
I could butcher a hot damn grandfather clock
I mighta been pissed off if you didn’t give a fuck
White-hot wax fading in the middle of the TV soon chilling
I think it’s enabling an evil message of psycho-commercial fraud
Half-fake news and Bob’s barbecue grilling
another poor sonofagun who tried to play god
Primetime vibe downstairs shiny circus run
It’s okay I suppose if our kids have fun
Explosive clown slaves and a million and one puns
They become a Technicolor mafia while war has begun
I’m annoyed not paranoid
Holy subhumanoid pretty sly ‘n fuck-lazy
Don’t try to amaze me but hey call me “baby”
Won’t we get a little wild when your tongue come taze me
Self-conscious secrets,
self-confident puppets
A burnt out beatnik
who paints a picture to love it
Rolling troll boasting television sports
here come the beer and hotdogs and pretty-girl shorts
Lead the cheer for me while you have the energy
Foxy I’m floating in my bed wishing you would finish me
Blue feather television
Birds fly from my eyes
chirp and lie just as we do in disguise
The sun and the sky continues to blind
while the darkness soon falls
and no one’s left behind…
***
I wrote this last evening, and I hope you like it. all comments welcome%)
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