i wonder if my fangs are sharp
only one way to find out.

there are no holes barred here,
no punching gloves.
nothing to pull me into the sane,
nothing to keep me from
burying things beneath the floorboards.

fuck you too.

leave "i don't know" as
"i don't know."
there doesn't always have to be
something between the lines,
or an innuendo
a hidden meaning.

and you call me a liar
because i've got to be two-faced
i've got to be sowing seeds
in your feeble mind.

get ready for the sky to fall, chicken little.
'cause if i wanted to break you,
you would have all ready begun to crack.

10/04/2003

Posted on 10/05/2003
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