The End

Miracles exist
So many that it's shocking
Surely we can't resist
To sometimes go
Sherlocking
This hairpin is a clue
If this headstone is a mystery
Whose tenant has been screwed
By high winds and history

There is a snake inside the office
There is a weight inside the airplane
The scientist creates
Another strain

The pin-up was pent-up
Her patience was spent up
On clothing and close-ups
And 2 minute touch-ups
Blown by the airbrush
Dolled up and drugged up
By 5 minute fuck-ups
With hairbrush and blood lust
But now that she's safe
And away from the scene
She keeps getting voicemail
On her message machine
They sing, "Call me when you want to have it all again."

Leave a teardrop on the rooftop
To evaporate at dawn
Maybe it's an S.O.S. for who it falls upon
I know that it's a long shot
But it's one I'm counting on

Dreaming Dimwits take a stand
On this night we must demand
Let the microscope be
Damned
By the hammers in our hands

Calmly we're dissolving
On the exit frame

These are unusual fissions