painting red across my wrist and all i wanted was a better view "wake up" it says "let's go get high" my cheeks flushed hot red damped by my fears bored because i'm dumb it calls me a queer my mind although is a riot that you watch from your tv pupils dilated doll parts scattered bless my body bless my soul wrap it up in turpentine you're so ******* fabulous babydoll you fit right ******* in
this goes in with the other poems all written under the influence this makes absolutely no ******* sense, and it's ******* enjoy - who the **** am i?!