a poet doesn't live in here
just a hallowed wreck
woe is me ... all that ****
i only want respect
a blind man couldn't see him
so he thought he was a farce
stumbling down flashlight paths
taking to himself in the dark
whispering all the sick things she would have liked to hear
screamed silent lullabies about the brutal world of fear
a poet doesn't live here
just a 17 year old's self esteem
little boy's riots and life-long bad dreams
i wanted to pain you a picture
dead bodies on trampolines
smiles on their faces...
know what i mean?
i wanna cut my heart out
black dead and cold
and give up what's left of
my shattered dustpan soul,
this whole thing for me
was like pulling teeth
slowly twisting one by one
and gargling gasoline,
a poet doesn't live here
he's all dried up inside
and summer's come
it's time for fun, no more time to write.