The hopeless ask only for a morsel of it;
they gave them their crumbs again.
Despair is disguised as long legs and delicious lips;
She gave me her crumbs instead.

Tongue tied behind barbed wire fences and tacky
cheap cologne from a father now dead.
His sins became my weight to carry up that hill;
I do it with a smile and the smell of cheap cologne.

Whispers of death or sanity travel from your mouth;
touch my lips with that mouth instead.
Lies and crimes and sigh and whines mix well
for a youth unable to become a man of this time.

I asked for forgiveness or pleasure, and instead;
they have me their crumbs instead.
Suicide is only the scream that cannot be heard.
I spit out their crumbs and took it all instead.