You Did What You Thought

The mother returned
The father shot back
The kinder were formed
from polyurethane foam.
When the appendix burst, dust blotted out the sun.
We stood on the mountaintops with calendars and guns.
Made peace with the savages, swapped livers for their lungs-
Bathed in different shades of beige, the new world had begun...
The kinder were born
in the violence of need;
it's a cold, cold cavity,
a cream-colored covered wagon.
White Shoe Lou was witness to his own grave robbery.
Psycho Les was overdrawn and underdressed for his repressed mortal monogamy.
And as their flakes of skin blew off into the wind-
and with this gust, the Devil's clothesline has come un-spooled once again...
You got what you paid for!
You got what you paid for!
You got what you paid for!
You got what you paid for!
You got what you paid for!
You did what you thought right!