I fucking hate you
04/15/03
You
Sit in your house
On the suburban block
And rot, and rot and rot
And take your pills to
Calm down because your nerves our so shot
You can't even enjoy what you've got.
A big red truck.
A Scooby Doo blue van,
And all your other possessions
Courtesy of the man
For which you whore yourself out every day.
You
Judge
Those who would see things differently
Downplay their abilities,
Rub salt in their sensitivities,
And they cry and cry and cry,
Each tear drops like your raining disapproval.
What you think is juvenile
Is love.
Your picture of disease distorts
Images like a carnival mirror.
Like carnal fear expands and becomes terror.
You
Are going to lose
What you refuse to sow.
But by their own determination
They will grow and grow and grow.
