a little less perfect

a little more real

skeletons in a closet

used souls for a steal

words and pictures...

and a whole lot more

for the first 7 souls

through the opening door.

all are welcome

at the 5 and Damned store

with visions of sugar plums,

dancing like whores

broke mem'ries in a room

like toys long forgotten

a lifetime of sin

only buys you a coffin

the whorls of fates threads

cut short, the wrong end

perfect melodies harmonize

with lies of truth in your head

that shit that you asked for,

and sadly received

a mosaic of hunger,

petulance and greed

happily presented

with a smile and a bow

unwarily shoved

in young faces aglow.