Orange

Written by Tracy Jones

Another tear stained night
    with my pillow wet
        and twisted words
    on warped paper
Watching the violence
    on bloody TV screens
        torn flesh and broken limbs
    vehicles of death
        ripping apart sanity

Bloody Jesus
    frozen in stone
        crying in pain
    for all to gather around
        and stare

Virgin Mary
    raped, stripped and spread
        look up the tunnel
    and see the prize
You invented
    come hear Beethoven scream symphonies
        see Goya paint a house
    watch Madonna grind a dance
        laugh at wimpy Beowulf

Come in
    see the happy family
        the son fucks the dad
    the daughter kills the mom
        the baby births a chair
"Freak!"
    you scream
        until you realize
    you're looking in the mirror

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