Family of Three

Placebo life,

Controlled strife,

Through sugared lips,

Come finger tips,

Poisoned eyes,

To gangrene thighs,

All shriveled up,

Soup in a cup,

Beauty brought us here,

With our controlled fear,

Tight and bound we are,

Tracing deep red scars,

Its lovelies like this,

Make you seem like bliss,

When stewing your mother,

Or broiling your brother,

We’re all the same in the crock.