Dresses whirl, legs like wishbones fly in midair.
Magnolias wave their voices to the bass.
Well I must be shriveled up cuz I isn’t waving nothing.
Like raw honey this moonshine is good for the throat.
So I’m going to a whole other octave
To escape the scat bam booms of a melodic hell.
You brought this upon yourself, red flowers rested on the dresser.
Only to leave him wondering
Scent of Magnolia sweet and fresh, he stroked each petal.
You coiled every way only to be left with the aroma of rotten flesh.
now sit on the concrete soil under the Midnight Blue and think.
My scats are no more.
Scarlet seeps from the knees
Liquor cleanses my pallet only to dry like the tears that won’t fall.
Arm conducted by a needles binge of encrypted death staff in my veins.
Summertime and living is easy.
The words acted as a blood transfusion as rhythm returned.
Saliva begins to churn
Scatting and booming my liberation returns.
Inhaling a new substance to reach a high note.
Flip to the B-side where the quarter lays, I know my worth
So I choose to end this rest.