police cars and twizzle sticks and not believing
lemon-lime and trips to green and sunrises
wasting the day at janes made me happy
just a hiccupy giggle to make me laugh
but aunt ruth the shizmugger saw me
and was replaced by tibetan fuckmongers and sandmonsters
harold crept to the stereo and switched it off
it comes with postage due to the poor house
purple underwear has been burned at the stake
egyptians are tropical, and plums turn to burgundy
fridays is closed now, so get on out of my way
harold stopped the music
unreality has been replaced with bliss
smiles is no longer izzy's tagalong
izzy ceases to exist, she's crept into the back of my closet along with moods
cancer's not good for you anyways
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