Shish Kabob (Video)
Shish Kabob
You're a cactus
Shaming passersby for not offering a hug
But the only things that cling to you are stuck
That's a pike, and that's a corpse
And that's a hangman's tree
You are the weeping willow
You are the wild mob
The executioner, the jury and the judge
And the criticism you fear so much
And those are pieces of me
Cuts of my flesh turned shish kabob
Left behind enemy lines from every time
I had to gnaw off a hand and run
It's hard to love a prickly thing
You are my mausoleum
Where I go to bury myself one slice at a time
You are the living dead that roams it
A starving vampire soaked in my blood
Do you feel haunted by my ghosts?
Posted Jun 30, 2026, 1:36 AM UTC
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