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A Better Name For Crimson
If red means bad
I hope youre not mad
that I ruined the fad
of being fashionably sad
a halt of the senses
dismantling defenses
refusing to accept consequences
for swinging for fences
liquid veins turning solid
obscene gestures making squalid
mockeries of the fallen
who'd yet to be balded
by times disconcertion
breaking lost prayers assertions
to a vile enigmatic person
whose reviewed too many curses
for giving breath to the terrible
severing ties to the mairtal
who again ride the carousel
and claim their next is inseperable
from the agony corrupting
a virgin used to fuckery
for the coinage of the lucky
who describe him as plucky
but the concious mind deigns
that theres only dregs of the pain
reserved for the plain
who call it insane
to take a chance for notoriety
instead of a home full of piety
and whose children so quietly
hate themselves in spite of thee
and will burn your testament
before they have a chance to question it
spilling the oil for blessing it
ruining lines full of messy shit
that rivals young Wordsworth
in a calvacade of light mirth
before he sliced away at the mental girth
that housed all his stolen hurt,
If green breaks fetters
I'll keep penning these letters
till I find a path better
suited for weak-memoried debtors.
