All My Friends Should Get Out

I feel a rupture in my veins
and it's vanity, I say. Bottom's up, tail between.
(No,) I can't stand to speak. Wag a little, bones are brittle
'cause I swallow all the song birds in their nests,
yellow-breasts,
just like one big fucking mess.
Tweeting Toddlers In My Stomach
Fleeting, Fondling And They Love It
like the motions that we flow with,
like an ocean that we grow with. It's a carnival of showmanship, to
be that person, we know it (and we knew it, and we love it
and we still love you, fucking dimwit).
Be that person, fucking sleep.
And Don't Make A Fucking Peep (Just Kidding).