Something as disgusting as a cut
Should never be sought after
Something as disgusting as a cut
Should never feed my laughter

The first line doesn’t know
About the rest to come
I will not show
The first line how dumb
I can really be
When given a blade
Lay me by the tree
The roots are frayed.

I don’t know how to write a line
But I wish I learnt earlier
That a different way is also fine
To be less girlier
But do men need blood
To feed themselves?
Or do they have mud
To fill their shelves?