Those eyes.
No white at all.
No person behind that look.
Just pure insanity.
Hands shaking.
Throbbing veins.
Sweat.
He told me I'd better leave.

I still don't know if he was high on something.
I can't believe a person can look like that sober.

Back in the car, I couldn't cry.
I didn't understand.
On our way home he called my sister.

You're never going to see me again
It's all your mother's fault.
She never talked about it.

I went to sleep, I needed rest.
Because the six months after that
I was not going to sleep a lot.
Afraid that my own father would come
get us
take us away
do terrible things to us.
I never talked about it.

The world is a war.
Children can't even play outside anymore.
Bullets fall down as easily as rain,
as fathers and mothers weep from the pain.
No more midnight movies,
or school day fun.
No more trips to the city,
to go on a run.
Bombs blow smoke clouds up in the air,
filling the air with such a despair.
The ground splattered blood red
and Nike Free blue.
Lunch halls with bullet holes
and soaked with spilled juice.
And the playground goes quiet,
just ghosts on the swings.
Not old enough to know what happened,
never even seeing sixteen.
And if you wonder why I worry,
and always want you safe..
It's stories like these,
that really make me pray.

I'm not asking for a kiss
I'm not Pink
I'm literally telling you to *******
Put my **** in your mouth
And ******* blow *****
I hate your rotting
Eroded cancer infested guts
I hope you ******* die
So ******* *******
I'm ****** beyond any limit
I'm three, two seconds away
From hunting you like forest animals
Hang your head above my mantle
The perfect trophy
******* *****
Not a kiss like Pink
But literally take this **** from between my legs
And ******* *****

It's obvious isn't it
I'm laying on a stretcher
Clinging to life
My heart gave out
With a simple glance at your beauty
Looks can ****
I learned that the best way
By falling in love with you

To set a goal and be "class clown"
Is not something good, I'm stating
I was the one who wrote his words
I was the "class clown in waiting"

A yard stick and a winter toque
A voyaguer I now was
To inherit a new character
As I aged, became a loss

Was bullying  the reason for
Hiding behind a mask
Or was it something deeper
That made me take this task

A true class clown has no regrets
Of what they say or do
Their only goal is laughter
And that they'll get from you

Attention seeking misfits
Not in my book, there was no way
You couldn't be a misfit
And say what they would say

A true "class clown"'s an artist
Knowing when to make a scene
Knowing when a situation
Needs a lift, or at least a lean

Voices with strange accents
Silly faces set the stage
You get the class all laughing
While the teacher fumes with rage

Move on from the "class clown" name
And pursue it with a crowd
Do you really crave attention?
Do you want the laughter loud?

Or were you starved for some attention
Something you never got at home
Were you troubled as a child
Did it cause your mind to roam?

Were you deficient in your memory?
Couldn't handle work at school?
Or did you really crave the laughter?
Because on stage you could be cool

I envy people who were clowns
There were many in my life
To just be free with who they were
To dance upon the knife

I never was the top banana
I was always second, on the side
I always worked well as the set-up
But I came along and rode the ride

We met in the sunshine under the granite
I didn’t know you yet, but my heart did
I don’t know why

We would let our friendship grow
Where we biked to that bridge
Cold beer in hand
Swollen ankle submerged

Tissiack cried and we kissed
Slow it down, you said
I was ravenous
I don’t know why

A distant lightning storm
The smell of herb on your skin
I’d be leaving soon
Tissiack cried and we kissed

I’ve humored that habit
With each lightning storm since
Just to feel it again
I don’t know why