I. Ella-Pants

Well hello there, Mrs. Ella-Pants
I see you taking control over again
And again I smile.
I’ll press my lips over your big
Trunk, yes she’s an elephant
Blue and white glass made so plumpingly fat
Self-inject her with the medicine
And burn her alive it’s a high from her ash
She bears it like a mother should
I see you taking control over me

Or was it my conscious mind?
I see you’ve taken control Mrs. Ella-Pants
Pants.

And so she was punctured beyond repair
I sang a song for her
A short song
Nothing special...

II. Butch Doggery

In some Boston square
I saw you take shelter in the rain.
But we had to use it
But she needed a warning, she prolonged the purchase
In some stone covered stairs
On the opposite pane of the glass
But we needed a tool
And she needed some nurturing, impending the torturing

Burn me Butch Doggery
Burn me Butch Doggery
And she’ll burn
For the fire has served me so well.

Every day of the year
I lived with you forever
But we had to use it
But we had no ID. “How powerful this bond could be.”
Stoned in the valley
On the greenest of grasses
But we needed some mercy, but we needed some mercy
From the everyday blues

Burn me Butch Doggery
Burn me Butch Doggery
And she’ll burn

III. King Kong

Pass the glass smokestack. There’s enough for two.
A little bit of shallow inspiration well it just won’t do.
Tipping the floor, she’s already gone,
Shattered her arm, its already broken.

IV. Polly

I awoke with blood on my hands,
A broken-bottled apartment with a hint of autumn air.
I pinched myself and Polly made me take
The purposeful exhale to shake the doubts of the day.
"Where have you gone polly?"

Before I fell asleep
In the sweat of my covered sheets
I pinched myself and Polly made me take
The purposeful exhale to shake the doubts of the day.

I awoke with the song
In a state of hesitation I submitted to the thread
“Where have you gone polygon? Where have you gone?”