Drawing by valenL (DeviantArt)

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Hey boy,
What's with that face?
That face of gold,
Face of despair
Face of what I want
Hands filled with the fries that we shared
But I dare, oh I dare
To pretend not to care
And to see this life through,
Without turning over to you.
Turning over a leaf, the whole tree
Just to get to where you'd want-
Where I'd wanna be,
Because whatever you want, is what I need.

Hey man,
What's with that look?
That I, almost for longing mistook
Flipping you over like a coin,
One side stone, one side alone.
I almost wanna squish you,
Stretch and weave you,
See if I can squeeze out a tear
Break my planet's atmosphere, with a glance
Of your stony eyes, and stony lips
Your stormy head, and your golden fingertips
Your pupils that turn round and inside out
And your voice that makes me wanna puke.
Who made your face, your look?
Tell me, so I know through which nook to look
To seek the invisible hook
That ties us together and penetrates the flesh
Among the fishy mesh,
We breathe petrol and vomit tuna,
Tuna rolls, tuna rolls
Fries and other people's life goals.

Hey grandpa,
What's with that frown?
Rather, turn your face round and round
Twist it a bunch, mess it up
So I don't see it in my dreams so much
Face soup is what you deserve,
No-good villan, finish the job
Slowly reminding me of everything I lost
And including yourself in it, you pathetic frog
You wormhole, you maleficent dog
I'll eat your face soup so I remember
I'll see your soupy eyes underneath my eyelids
When I close my eyes again in December
Until then I'll curse your name
You scoundrel, you plague
You vile creature, elemental of vain
I'll stuff your face with fries
Push them down your gut
So I don't have to hear you explain
Why you think you're a dud.

I don't know what to do without you,
Who do I insult, who do I face?
With your disgusting hands and mushy build
The devil with who I dance the deadly dance,
For you I've killed
For you, I've lived
For you, I've sharpened quills,
And wrote songs with unmistakable will
And sang, and slept, and wept,
And I would do it all over again
To tell you how I hate you so,
And press a kiss to your temple
And throw at you a sloppy joe,
Hoping the grease erases your existence,
And hoping it keeps you intact,
Deep, sleeping in the oil,
Sleeping in the fat.