I look outside at night, and I don't have a light. I need a light. I need you.
I'll turn the TV on, so I don't feel alone. Watch Ethan Frome, or maybe
I'll grab a book instead, but Robert Jordan's dead. He's fucking dead. I read it.
Put on my floppy feet. The make-up's really neat. I need raw meat. That's what I need.

Clown Kabob.

I shed my underwear, and I don't even care. Neighbor's can stare. They can.
A little cold at first, but then I feel the thirst. I'm gonna burst. I know it.
I need to feel higher, so I start a fire. A fucking fire. And then I
I stick my meat love in, then I feel a grin. Burning begins. I need to.

Clown Kabob.

I can feel the power.
Squirt it with a flower.
Flesh becomes a shower.
Feel like Jack Bauer.
Begin to smell a season.
Creeps into my reason.
Crotch begins a seizin'
Dick smells bad.

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