CAMERA

written by:  Jeff Kranz
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a photograph of me in line
they turned my diet coke to wine
kiss my brow and let me sleep
i like my religion fast and cheap

a cup of water fell over me
she shaves her head to prove she's free
she stays out late and bites my chest
and makes me feel good when i'm depressed

blah blah blah - Sunday goes
blow my nose, wash my clothes
OK Mom, hey I guess I'm fine
the January sun is cold when it shines

I saw two lovers eating paste
they say their pleasure is their own disgrace
their sticky little camera gets me hot
Gwenevere says to Lancelot

She's a piece of gold left at home
a poloroid all alone
a heart of mustard about to burst
can i taste her lips, can i quench her thirst?