not everyday, does a man grow up
to say what he has to say,
a bit like now,
born with a chernobyll "tattoo" on
his right shoulder blade,
having had it removed,
but always remembering the story
his mother told him:
this nurse in the hospital tried
to **** you by suffocating you,
which enlarged your heart...
   now...
   why would it be odd,
               that i am a misogynist?
never mind the fact that i treat
prostitutes like they'd be my lovers
for the past 10 years;
sloppy seconds... mmm....
                                          ha ha;
i'm just getting bored of dying
but never actually dying...
      do i really has to ask the swiss
to do a proper job? i'm just bored
with a decalogue of attempts
inacted on me...
             it's just become, slightly
annoying that none of these attempts
succeeded...
               i'm tired...
               does anyone have a guillotine
handy?