My World, the Hand Grenade

Roger Still

Smithereens I meet you
All blown out of proportion
Your ass is my eyeball
Now how about for that

Kabloowe went my heart
On the open stoop of logic
Used to take leaps of faith
But I'm too dizzy to reach

I once knew your lip sweetly
Sucking like bone marrow
Meeting you face to face
A new complexion looked back.