remove your lips
from my ass
and try to
not peel in the process.

i've wasted all these years
with your nose dug into the ground
you've been an osterach
and i haven't chopped off your neck.

but i moved into a trailerpark
with only stone slabs to
build my empire.
you said the welcome mat
would fit perfectly right above the door.

i wandered then into your wilderness
with a half-dead flashlight
with flares
and a gun to place
to my temple when
you came home.

01/19/2004

Author's Note: kim says i'm the coolest ever. eat your heart out. *cracking up* mark this down as worst shit of the century. please. do me that favor.

Posted on 01/19/2004
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