sentimental.


an absolute mess.



who am I?

who am I?

who am I?



sitting in some room,

bleeding black dust.


my tongue is full of LSD,

bad trips,

but nothing takes me out of this place.


I'm always stuck.

always stuck.



always on the short bus,

always behind,

always 2nd in line,

always 3rd to the date,

always the 4th leg in a table.


when will I get what I deserve?


when will I get some lee-way in my diarrhea-existence.


GOD

I'M TALKING TO YOU!!!

******* ANSWER.





crying in a gown in a broken cubboard.

crippled boy.

crippled smile.

crippled soul.



crippled spirit---


how dare you
have hope