I had a
church
hymn
for your
funeral
song
You killed everything
And said,
"Sing
over
me
now"
Like a
dare
Or a
threat
Almost innocent...
somewhere hidden underneath
all of the
misplaced
malice
When we were just kids
you'd tell me
to cross my
heart
& hope to
die
But I never really understood
why
I liked the air that
occupied
our town
Pleasant and addictive
like Caribbean ***
I think your problem from the
start
was that you never stopped thinking
about
all of the pollutants that were
potientally
floating through it's winds
Just to stop
& taste it's
sweetness