Never known
what is the thing
I talk about
P@ul.

Brain so active though
and my skin turning brown
going red at first
like an autumn leaf
going brown
and falling off my tree
dead skin shoulders
scurfin around
I shrug my shoulders
the new leaves fall
maybe I will get a sun tan this week
the brain wants to sleep though
maybe next week
For I have to work
the sun nice.

Falling into life
**** who am i
can I lick my own ankles
can I please lick yours
they taste sour
not like mine at all
your name
Paula
why do talk so much
******* shut up
let me interject
P@ULA
come with me
be who you are
You do not eat
a cheesecake without
tasting flavours
or taste fruit without fruit
and as the juices run
P@ula that is you
.

Hold me
as I fall
off the block
I just am not meat
I am, whom I am
I will dribble on the pillow
Make sounds
**** in my sleep
This is a big thing to me
Who are you to me
Is that pain
*******
hit me again
then tell me why?

Junk is just stuff we throw away
But I am sorry to say
it's more than that
Junk is our future
ok that sounds like sales
But it not!

Junk we need to solve
maybe dissolve
put it in the ground
who thought of that
for me and you
I know that is not right
so pick up pens
and write
and ask?
whom is this junk

Always wanted one of those
sorry girls got me one of these
not my choice from the gene pool
think maybe the person before ******
living with the genes that I have
can't afford to put a pole in
making do with what I have
but woman
you will always know
that's me
for in other ways have to try hard
to give over what I feel
hands like machine guns
see and feel
them rock and roll
and my lips
taste so much
you might sigh
and ask
or even say
thank you P@ul

on that, I will say MAN  HaMMeR.

Feel the pulse
in between your legs try to tell me
and ask me
who are you
as she looks like you
give me a chance
I will try not to hurt
But woman
I would love to need you
can I lick your left leg
Yep from your foot
Now that
is a meeting.