Victuals for the Dead

Let me suffer along side you in quietude or grievous wailing.

I raise a flag of skull and cross bones to signify treasonous sailing.

Your general temperament and outlook resembles that of my own.

The season of peppermint can not console a family that trembles by the phone.

I have no business with Jacob Marly or the ghost of Christmas past.

I have killed my expectations like January second kills the goals of fitness fast.

My smile is not whimsical, but has set hours of operation.

Monkery and distrust has deprived me the flowers of copulation.

My mother possessed full strength until she was eaten by her favorite holiday.

Life is a metric of uncertain length, the black drink is a to go order, so I can savor it faraway.

Cross me over the river that separates the quick from the dead.

This is the happiest I have been in a while leading most to think I am sick in the head.

Don't ask me for tickets to go to that thing you desperately want to see.

My affliction gags affectionate speech, which has always haunted me.

Display your glamor and I will run in the opposite direction.

Show me your wounds and I will bare the fangs of your protection.

I want a messed up person, so I guess that makes me messed up.

It's not like I want your situation to worsen, but the bill comes due, so rest up.

Being called an earth worm was compounded by the implied threat of going fishing.

I am a deep impact asteroid that is confused for a shooting star upon which there is no wishing.

My adversaries want to cut off my thumbs and great toes forcing me to reside under their table.

We must all be wary of reasonable threat, but I hate those who make paranoia their basic cable.

Let me know what hurts so that I may embrace you with a kiss on both checks.

Apocalyptic dreaming can not be described as once in a blue when I indulge it most weeks.

At the stroke of midnight my rosettes are made visible only with really close peeks.

Between the White House and latrine, there are a series of really gross leaks.

I am not articulate in real time, so I like it when the wit of a premeditated post speaks.