Monday, August 1, 1994

You're…?

It's sick to imagine
 
make your cake and eat it too
 
tastes worse than you thought
 
dwell in myself
 
Can't wait for nothing
 
its good to doubt sometimes
 
what lies here you can't see
 
harsh words beat me to a pulp
 
turn our words inside out
 
and see what happens
 
my words are like water
 
one day after another
 
piss on me and I'll go home
 
but I'm fine
 
you say you make gravy
 
I sit here waiting for you
 
and I'm hungry, do you  care?
 
patronize me and spoon me shit
 
I believed it was for me

01.12

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