Undesirable
slap jaw crooked smile
Undesirable
Where the wild things crawl
Undesirable

**** an S.
I wear an exit stage left on my chest.
A breast plate displaced by the lashes
of a thousand tiny reclusive phantoms suppressed.
A warning to the weary, starry-eyed tooth fairy running laps around 32 ivory reasons for being.
For when the calamity collapse
and your left wondering, "What's next?"
Here! Here, Sir! "Exit stage left." Watch your next step.

I woke to a wake of buzzards feasting on my ulsers
when all the sudden, I hear something come bubbling up from the vultures, "You need to soul search."
I thought to myself, "Takes one to know one" then proceeded to stick my ******* tongue out.

Undesirable
slap jaw crooked smile
Undesirable
Where the wild things crawl
Undesirable

I felt it crumble in my palm,
I held it for a little too long,
It got so warm...
Like a beating heart,
Before it started to fall apart.

I saw it rise before it fell,
Into itself, creating hell
It burned to ash on my table,
Its mark, so dark, lies there still.
Another underwhelming failure.

My last attempt, I think I've got it
I've sprouted life right from my pockets.
The right amount of breath
Of tears, and sweat.
Look at that, after years,
They're even sentient!
My first accomplished experiment.
I hope this proves to be time well spent.

O' woe! What a naive fool,
The creatures started out so promising,
Now they're only interested in technology.
They cut down my trees,
**** their own species.
My precious animals are being slaughtered
Until they're extinct.
It makes my eyes bleed,
These crimson tears sting.
A failure is all I'll ever be...
My greatest creation was all imagination,
This world I've made is full of hatred,
My effort was wasted.
I'll roll it into the garbage bin,
To rot away with try one and try two
And sadly, I shall start anew.

-SLuR

The driveway's looking more like a rattlesnake
with fangs hanging halfway over home plate.
There's barricade tape draped around the landscape.
'Garden Gnomes like, "It's for your own safety."
Diamond dazed by the street light's preacher gaze
when a great escape turns into "The Great Escape."
More in common with a bucket of maggots  
than scabs in a satchel scared of the fabric.
So I went from hobbyist to a full fledged addict
with the mindset of "let's see what happens.''
Sat back and sprouted some wings like a snapdragon
then proceeded to prep the bandwagon with laughter.

Loaded jaw - corner pocket eight ball
"Scratch that" lifestyle etched on
the sidewalls of his eye hole like
he didn't already have enough scribble
filtered into his thought bubble