The Adventures of a Rag Tag Group

I am sorry in advanced for such little sense this poem will make. =) but alas it was still fun. Maybe you'll find meaning of your own in it.

The zipper flipped my vision
Poisons ran down my throat 
Scorching like lava 
Glazed over screaming red eyes
Burning from chlorine at night
Next thing I know
It's Christmas in July

There is fire that warms my chest
The milk is blowing O's
Gas masks and dragon fumes
Plumes of smoke from nostrils
Yellow neon parking lots at night
A silly muffin for a nose

Every event is give
Masked with vicious take
I broke a chair 
In a fit of laughter I realized the tragedy

The couples stealing kisses
A Librarian is showing some skin 
In the distance is a donut with neon framed eyes
She's blasting her enemies with a syrupy substance
(Baby food)
Everyday there's a new carcinogen on our tongues

Clowns laugh uncontrollably
I once stole a Waffles shirt
Two of us have hair the color of deserts
Cookie! No. Brownie! 
Wednesday's are my favorite

Even with reckless visits from 
Jeffory's
Betty's
And Dave