Beware of those who ask for sanity.
Those that look to god with no courage.
They that constantly speak with no meaning.
What the hell where they talking about?
Rotting humans in fresh skin
tight with stitches and white teeth.
Are they correct?
Do you want to die behind a desk
with a million dollar house and car to pay off?
I like wine and cheese,
long sleepless nights,
writing at dawn,
sweat running between my breasts
that I wipe at with my hand.
I smile so pretty
while I think of cutting their tongues out
till they shut up