Think twice before you lay on your own shoulders
without thinking twice on all the substance abuse and bad-riddled stardoms.
Think twice before the meltdown comes,
from avoiding the crack in your Chesterfield nightmares,
where you lay in your daylight of cream lights,
between
the layers of lovers your self-worth beckoned under.
Never
unjustify your daylight,
your stardom is a low laying fruit
whether
you like it or not
And the low-laying branches were given for you to feel God's wrath
in your enigmatic ways of lying,
when you should have been healing
the
underworld and all the terrors in your own mind.
Be
always humble, and look for the fallen fruits.
And bless the old jukebox for never giving in
to your specialties,
to be sworn to creepy underworlds you never knew existed
Keep running into wild men,
and be a heathen in the fields of clovers,
and
be a sweet sixteen martyr of your own device
and
be totally needy and gritty on the shoulders you lay to rest on
and
be your own wife
And
think twice before you heal the low-laying branch,
for it was given for you to reach higher
such is your stardom
a great achievement
as you lay to rest on your own low-laying
branch
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