I’m your instant coffee child.
Black and mild
Feel me hunger
Feel me wild
Margarine ripped from the apple core
Smathers the toast face down on the floor.
Please tell me mister
Have you the score?
I’ve lost track and
I can’t breathe anymore.
My blood grows cold
I’ve been bought and sold
As dead as a doornail left melting on the stove
If this is Eden perhaps it has froze
I’ve cut all my fingers while holding this rose.
I’m your instant coffee child.
Black and mild
Feel me hunger
Feel me wild
Tinker toy slave drivers are rubbing me raw
Delegating monsters with slack hinged jaws
Lead me to freedom
And carpet the walls
At least when I hit them I won’t bruise any of these balls.
For I’m insane to you
There’s nothing I can do
To change your mind
I’m the watermelon rind
That no one wants
That no one wants.
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