and it hurts so much
to think of all the pain in life
and to feel it makes me need to cry
But I can’t want to die
cause I’ll never get what I need to live
What do I need?
What     do          I          need?
Kill me jesus
kill me without hesitation
Kill me jesus
That is how I’ll find salvation
I’ll bear my cross
And I’ll cross a bear
and I’ll make love to a rabid weasel
and it’s too easil
and three geese ‘ll get and make ya wet your bed
that’s what I said
wet your bed
I hurt from inside
and it eats me alive
and it kills every want in my life
and it makes me a prisoner, have you heard of kisinger?  he was a kissin your wife?
he killed a man for his hat
and that that was that
but the wife wanted to buy it back
so he left her his flap jack stack
WWWORDS
Are so useless
my emptiness can’t be contained with words
words will never compare to that which cannot compare to that which we understand
for words words
beautiful words
don’t mean a god damn thing
words words
look what the words have made…
I’m still unhappy
Your still alone
I’ve got reasons
And you’ve got a phone
I’ll take the pills
You call the cops
Then I’ll get the gun
And then then stops
Fuck me women
you see me here
I need to be fucked
soon it’ll be clear
how much you too need
and so I will feed
the tender inside
with tender aside
a cat is a cat is a dog is a mouse
a chocolate bar tastes like a lousy piece of furniture
furniture tastes like chocolate
but only when it is lousy
like a louse
like a mouse
FUCK YOU ALL
I screamed to the top of my lungs
and all the way down, to the bottom rungs
I screamed and I yelled
and tumbled and felled
each word I heard it ht on the way, a new Conway
fuck you all, and fuck your mama
kill you daddy, with a bomber
and your sis and your bro
and your cat and who knows
maybe your neighbor or… snrrrx snrxx
Violence is so boring
LOVE ME LOVE ME
I just want love
you have love, give back to those
less fortunate than thee
as far as I knows, there starts at the knees,
a  giant problematic oblong attack of elange
and melange
and orang
WHICH IS SOOOOO ORANG!
kill me love me, hate me, fuck you
why do I care, why do I write, what’s the point, why the fight?
where does it get me, what could it do?
Nothing I fear, that why it’s true you can’t always say it and then have a reason to think it in the first place.
But if you think maybe
The dog has rabies
You might want to get a shot
FUCK you in the!
monastery
where the people are free
to flog and to bug and to frog in a bog and
I hate people
with ugly personalities
or none at all.