paper spoons
and rubber seats
to **** oneself
would be a feat
                   five pants
                   five shirts
                   a need for pain
                   no dull edge hurts
                                       one cut to two
                                       can't reach my veins
                                       my hands are cuffed
                                       with rubber chains
                                                         should have died
                                                         alone instead
                                                         this hell is worse
                                                         than my noisy head