Beets Untitled

Beets bleed and tables have legs
I boiled up a feast
And the table it ran away a bloody mess
I need to stop singing in code
To start ringing true only
Because true rings only
Keep away from me
I am full of terrible things
Elbows, elbows and knee pads
Can you believe that that I still need them?
Scissors in window boxes
I buried three pairs
Can you see how hard it is?
Keep away from me
I am full of terrible things
My lazy shape is armed in dirty clothes
My arms are worn and scarred with beauty marks
So they can tell my lazy shape apart
From other shapes with hearts and human parts
Beware
Where I am is where
The channels run bare
The canals run bare
And there’s much to be scared from
That didn’t wash up til everything dried up
Keep away from me
I am full of terrible things
But if you love the terrible
Then please be near to me