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Knick Knack, Patty Whack.
Give a dog a bone.
Give and give and give... and don't ever ****ing stop.
Until you realize you've been the bitch chokin' on the pork chop.
And they've all been the bones, tearing at your throat ligaments.
Fake, Like Make-up over stretched pours and uneven pigments.
Dogs have a strong bark... but they can't bite if they're just figments...
Of a strong imagination, or some computer screen images.
Face to face, they're playin' games.. upon a line of scrimmage.
But why play for touch downs if there's no one bearing witness.
A victory dance at this point... would be some risky business.
But if the game is in your mind, then its only just a sickness.
Knick knack patty whack, give a dog a bone.
Word Slingers, it's like Scrabble, only I can play alone.
And I can have a conversation on the telephone...
... that starts off like the soft humming of a dial tone.
But it picks up when I'm asked If I'd like to make a call.
And for split a second, I wonder, if there's a lower place to fall.