Or go away
ok pretty much
most of you
nearly all
of you
should not
take my offer
mmffff ****

I can't make any room
for my broken heart

break faster and more
often I tell it

it screams and screams
back at me

of the gravel and root ends
its assed across

and you in your
comfort and joy

that was a ploy
I know

In your grit
for it

You'll form any
shape

So here you ventured
a line or two
and I kicked back
whatever arose

it is within
all this caution
all this old
let's not **** each other

lexicon of hejeebees
we have to give
each other
for nothing

when we really
really want
something entirely
to ****

You invented god
and hell and demons
and I'm really tired
of it and you

inventors of misery
laying in the sun
on our backs

Invent God
chirp to themselves
congratulations
and salutations

Daft fools writing poetry
I don't know why

Drinks or religion
i'd ruther be
an honest drunk
than a lying liar
of mythology