Pin-up boy

Stripped down schedules and worked out effort;

dreams in denial and expectations on demand.

Got more vice and demons I can afford –

all fashioned in my own design and accord;

rate me up, as I move sleight of hand.

Like the glass marble rolling, having a grandstand!

I'm your pin-up boy – your dog from Shefford!

Pin me up and hand out mercy;

shout the tune of relentless fervor.

Sheep is king, the wolf a purcy;

your faithful saint, thy hollow Savior…

Goose bumps are naughty and freckles frisky;

eyes round up black, while sight tuned out white…

Red was the mood, as I stabbed my hand risky,

between the lines, edging to lament on this key.

My guitar detuned, as I trot like a cat in the night;

hungry for Aether or more, I grab a bite

of my own mustache, I painted with wiskey!

Pin me up and hand out mercy…

Got more solutions than people have problems;

eating shit habits, like breaking some eggs.

My forehead is empty, deforested slump, pure as a lens;

while the hair is rocking her own chair at first glance…

Never been out of bounds, while like a snake sheds

a drop of poison to my drink, locked up in dreads

of yesterday and morrow-noon glams!!

Pin me up and hand out mercy…

Bid me well and name your Stacey – call me angel,

I call you milord! Stand up cosplay the latest fashion;

Farewell to good taste as I snowflake hidden derangers…

Hotter than dragon balls merged with power rangers;

colder than ice on Pluto out of charts my pashion.

My tone got no charger again out of mana-bars rations;

somebody is dreadnaught and ships my angles…

Pin me up and hand out mercy….

My zen fractured to peaces of cake as I lost my pie;

it got multiplied with nothing and I gave no fucks…

My ugly swan was swimming on laudanum and rye;

all turned gay and purple colored, merry was the dye…

Rainbow warriors we all sitting like wise ducks;

waiting for the three L's and some volunteered hugs…

I'm to be continuously wasted to offer even my star-sign!

Pin me up and hand out mercy…