Slobbering Acid

Throwing out more
Than I encourage
Anybody
to dig through

Tired of being
A bent fork
In a warped frame
On a slanted wall
That might even out
If you stare
Long enough

Nothing here
Ladies
Rarely wear sleeves
Cannot shuffle
And wouldn't know
Where to stuff
A rabbit
If I wanted to

Just sawing through
The false advertisement
Of a never ending story
Wasting more
Than my share
Of nights
Thinking
The correct synergy
Might make this
Somehow more magical