Outlaws in Love

You, a chaotic beauty,
Shootin' smiles from distance.
A dangerous puzzle -
Lost, with in your own existence.

Me, a haywire mess,
Trying to make sense of things.
Willing to be by your side;
In summers, winters, falls and springs.

We, a crazy hybird of chaos and peril.
Ready, to have a crazy ride.
Ready, to be the outlaws in love,
Like Bonnie and Clyde.

a pretty ****** job being an elephant....
i remember walking home,
being asked by two Polaks
to open my mouth, subsequently
being spat on, while closing my mouth...
am i nationalistic...
i'm hybird... i find the monochromatic
culture a... nausea...
ugh...
                   head over heels
when it comes to anticipating the next
N.A.S.A. project.
the country of my birth...
and they give me nothing
but contempt to supposit
the faking of loving....
what equates to merely
strangers.

what broke the camels' back?
being naive as a child to open
my mouth...
              getting a saliva
exchange...
England was no better...
    both nations deserve to be
laughed at.

or as a child might infatuate:
******* both!

i don't like to be spat on...
as i don't like to be deemed
illegal...
                  now take your ****-,
and *******...
to wherever you picked him
from!
and stay there!
          ******... you wanna fight?!
i wanna fight!
i'm ******* itching for a fight!
i don't care if i lose...
i'm itching!