I feel a bit too strongly for other people’s tastes

It’s lemony
effervescent
but I’m going to keep on holding on
I’ve got your
complimentary nitro glycerin
and I’ll drive you to that pit
but just try talking on a blog with your fucking arms cut off

I’m thinking low like tar and feathers
knives to guns
I’m making myself
I’m a double headed monster
Holding all those things outside myself

and I’ll hold you dear
you’re my object for safety
my object for target practice