Glitter death

They say people who curse

Have more of a likelihood of being

Intelligent

They all say you're

Never fully dressed with

A

Smile

But I eat smiles for breakfast

I eat it all without digesting

All for the canned fans who like the carnage

They love me, really they do

But when death carts me away

The glitter that is strewn about begins to rot

I never liked how I was beaten without rods

I was wondering why I had be malformed by the beasts of grandeur and fake fame

Love that was the thinnest veneer of shit-encrusted Fool’s Gold They say They all say

Glitter death is better than a blue death

At least they'll talk shit as they shower your grave with sparkle

My mother built me into a wonderful money pit,

I wanted to be an architect