styrofoam

don't leave me in gasoline
don't sell me at the circus scene
don't wrap me up in crinoline
haircuts i've missed and the air i must breathe

sometimes i wish i were styrofoam
so that i can tear off body parts
and chew them when i like

when it's still underneath my fingernails
all that dead skins and little things
crawl through the cracks in my sides
i see them, i am where they hide

sometimes i wish i were styrofoam
so that i can tear off body parts
and chew them when i like

you can never be my fun boat
on the propane ocean we will never float
but on a plate of fiery paté
our styrofoam bodies will deteriorate

sometimes i wish i were styrofoam
so that i can tear off body parts
and chew them when i like




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