Paint me on china
it'll be easier
to break me
smashing things is tiring.
Scattered into a thousand pieces...
a comic picture of irony.
Professionally made false teeth
fly overhead.
The Walkman deafens irony,
rubs out the world of stupidity
that you defend.
My eyes wander over the china
as over oil,
you stare at them from your stupid world.
Don't touch my eyes!
They're no longer sky-blue.
I can't see what they are anymore.

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