do i have to have mental problems like water balloons to write poetry?
does it always have to be raining all dark storms and ****** tampons little scalding knives and ankle biting insects while i get an *** whoopin from the boogyman?
do i have to be desolated depressed like OCDeeed with a garnish of cancer and hemorrhoids?
must i be feelin like a rotten corpse in carnival hell livin in a prehistoric asylum made of poops and dustΒ Β or can i just be happily ***** in a deranged sort of way?
do i need to be thinkin a tight cord your throat feet flexed the feminine yield pink and taught pulsating orifice face down lucid breath out of my ****** mind