Won't you just eat me up already?
My heart can beat out the last of its disoriented rhythm
While I
Try to emulate Bukowski's
rotting fruit demure
Like
Everything's fucking rotten
And everything's fucking
To the sound of a cock crowing
obscenities
in the morning
I woke up yesterday and didn't feel a thing
Today I've got leprosy, small pox,
Black plague
Tar clotting up the veins in my legs
"You're just a little anxious.
"No, you're just a little crazed"
Tired of being quirky, pathetic, insane
Maniacally depressed,
albiet, well dressed
so they drop the interrogation after
"Are you ok?"
The interactions we don't want but have anyway
Get the oven going
board up the windows and doors
Someone's name is ringing out
I've heard it before
And so long as the doctor says I'm in good health
I'll fantasize making love to you then killing myself
It's just about as numb as I can get
Caught up on some rage you stuck inside my head.
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