Danger’s Daughters

Back when there was one Dinosaur left
I had a Brand New Document
It chopped up all them perfect Doctors
And their bits became a mirror

Now, that mirror was my mother
And one of her eyes is the Statue of Black
Silly guitar with your one pink string
That gorgeous octopus, she said

Did your dog die right where the vote
Turned inside out and ripped bank junk?
Or was it a fetal wind that took you
Right up heaven’s weirdlessness?

Give me your fingers, don’t
Hold back, I need your tornado
That pig of yours, slipping off Niagra’s umpire
Just as juicy as any hussy’s polished soldier-boy

My figurine is talking at that last Dinosaur
In the future when stories are dead-stormed fossils
I had my tonsils out, you know
Them Doctors got the red light shred

And now my parts are danger’s daughters.