Lack of a man
I hate him, wish I never met him
he is the scum of the earth, wish God never made dirt. Wished I’d never been hurt, wish I’d been subvert. Disgusting how I feel, been shocked by an eel that electrical feel, the unwanted appeal the “ feelings aren’t real” the must fill out an appeal.
worst days are like birthdays
they come back every year with a different bang. With a different thang with a different rang. you think you’ll be happy, it’ll be a better year but you’re wrong.
they liked us together
but we weren’t ready for weather.
The times when it drew people together.
It broke us down to pleather, I never could measure.
The pleasure that formed wherever.
there are some things you shouldn’t tell a man,
like which hand you would use in the Taliban
like which son you’d choose to become,
like which earth would hurt.
the things you tell a man shouldn’t grow dirt, shouldn’t press distort, shouldn’t mix with uncert.
maybe it was a bad decision
letting you in with your incision.
knowing when things go wrong it would with precision.
