Color me yellow.

And lie me our straight
and hope to be gone very soon
  Fit my surface to the moon.

It says bye
and keeps repeating “it”
  Gets the nod.

Plate on a face hot grill
and kick everything violently in sight
  Until my toes fall off.

Press my head somewhere comfortable
and fcuk a towel or anything
  My arms and gravity hate each other.

Someone thought my head was a rubber tree
groove on it stupid stupid
  Sapped it, it is lapped.

With two promises left
  they are the same I am dumb
But one is for you, then I get what is rest.

I am brain damaged
  (really)
Remember her to [whatever].

Because steely
  cold.