Xiu Xiu
Pahrump
Nameless
You did this
To yourself
Publicly wild in sorrow

Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah

With extreme and almost comically
Excessive violence now not beneath you
Back from the dead
With promises to live at least three months

Jack-o'-lantern ass
With paid-up rubber tits
For a conscience

Paula Pahrump
Eats in a dump

Reacting to the slightest bit of kindness as though a drug
The rain tambourined off a thousand empty liquor bottles in the courtyard
When your sons grow up to never place flowers there
You did this to yourself is all they will choose to remember

Plum petals
Fall into
Shade