"Give 'em hell, kid," She said.

“Give ’em hell, kid,” She said.
by matt taylor
“Give ’em hell, kid,” She said.
Bend your rubber spirits
plastic clown, and drip
your wooden digits around
some melting glass.
Cut open a frog
and crawl inside;
it’s safe. His
green skin will
protect you while
you rustle up
some potion that’ll keep
the rats from building
houses behind your eyes.
Capitalize your words,
speak monosyllabically. Build yourself
a pillow case fort, steady the walls
and dig a mote, you’re up against
the best tonight.
Don’t tie up that crystal ball, though.
It didn’t come
with call waiting, and it’ll cost
a fortune to fix its engine.
Pencil in the next breath of air
(have to get a job, need to go to work).
A head full of anticoagulants never
did anyone any favors (especially rats).