I am going to rip my eyes
out and stuff them in my ears
Then I'm going to take my balls
and tuck them
into my asshole.
If that doesn't work, I will rip my head off
and go bowling, and then
I suppose
As a coup de grace, I could to something
awful, terrible
to my feet.
It would still not still this awful ache
inside, of undeserved alienation
in a world where chaos can't even
do random right, where no guarantees
are even advertised. Time's out of joint
and so, my dear, am I. Welp,
I guess it's plan D, then.
Improvise.
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