i felt under the light bold
where they had tied our chairs
back to back ever since robbing us...
those rapists, those pedophiles, those loving their own queer madness, i know, maybe i was being a queer too by mentioning california... but never think i'm a hyprocrite, or even a contradiction i've benn called everything from a cheap regrade to murderer to liar to theif to a tatle-tail to a mean bitch to fat to porky to Jurassic Pork in 7th grade by Greg D.
i'm unafraid, that it doesnt botter me
and all ur rancid acidic witt
i'm loving ex boyfriends again because of u and u dont even care
now i'm gonna put make up on and call one of them, here's a short poem flower
in the deepth a hand to hand embrace when
the skin and warm and skin strong together
but the bone is melting
and it's not even a winter summer thing, it's like a windy day in the Spring, I think and then there's a bright light, I saw that bright light before... it was under the door and under the floor... i just wanted to say something more i guess.... (but u wont let me)