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 dust  
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

do i?
:)