To pick up this chewed end pen and when no one is looking and
wondering why
I want to jam the chewed end pen in my eye, the left one will do and I
want to ram it right through until it hits a nerve or possibly two.

I can spew out a rhythm with the ***** of a schism, but the madness
has been done once before,
I need a joiner
a plumber
someone to come numb me or
someone to take numbness away,
ipso facto don't come back though
the lace is never still and the curtains
will twitch.

**** me with kindness your Highness
I am humbly your servant 'til dawn when
the Romans will come and
make a wish that you'd never been born.

But born though I be, the pen still hates me and I loathe the ink in
the pen, **** it then don't write,
spend the night reading Tolstoy
undress in the lamplight,
be coy with the white Knight,
they'll hang you
tomorrow for sure,
checkmate.