A Light Story of Imbeciles

When the sand turns into glass I will cut my feet and bleed a thousand seconds just to be with you
Despite the dissatisfaction the cause gives me I will picket with you and carry signs that weigh ten tons
I'll take abuse but never give, never delve into sadism even though you are a satanist,
I'll scream on the inside and smile on the outside and convince myself of my everlasting lie
Containing my sarcasm is like asking me contain my fecal tendencies, it is only human
And the average minute in my life lasts for twenty seconds and I'm dying far too quickly,
Tie me down, please, I need a reason to remain in this upright position
Give me a piece of plaster to blow my nose with and when I go to it, it sticks with it,
Suffocating me in three different ways, I only know what the first was, but the other two the preacher man promised were there
In the giveaway, I'll getaway but only at the end of my driveway, as they drive away
Disintegrated under the magnifying glass lens that sits in the fist of my illegitimate children
All you died far too young and took to many antacids
The insects will march like soldiers on parade and will twirl there antennae like a bunch of nasty flamboyant villains
While the last remaining ghost decides to hang itself,
But my feet will still be bleeding out, and I'm sorry I bled on you but when I bleed I bled and bleed again
So treat the bees with respect and give the grandmother the right of way
Just don't get to go to temple and say the words of the holy one lest you forge yourself in buttered toast
Catastrophe will be your host
So go in you are otherwise indisposed while the little ones topple over
And give you no sign of remorse.