Pamphlet
2005
It rains and I wear sackclothnashes
one more week of holiday-terror
You taunt all my stuff and stashes
watch me with your one-way mirror
I scream for boys and toys
now I scream at you no more
I laugh at how much it annoys
but youll find something forever more
Another hidden hint you drop
I hate it when people act like this
oh there are trees you know could chop
and a trees silence is what I now miss
I can only bear this with my hash
Ill just smile for another while
when every word every deed ends with a crash
that drives me away another mile
I hate my idle tooth
I hate this place that once was a home
you hate my idle youth
and your hypocrisy makes me roam
