not that it even matters

last month
i decided to call
mommy
dearest
the one who put
the spit in my mouth
the one who put the blue
in my eyes
the one who's hated me
for escaping her
personality
it's only fair to
let family know
the state of
my breast cancer
condition before
revealing it to
the entire hold mailing list...
and a buncha strangers
and strange neighbors
of course mommy
just listened
wasn't shocked or
upset of course
i didn't expect any other
attitude or magnitude
of concern but
just as
expected
i've heard more from
strangers strange neighbors and
nothing from
mommy dearest
since

after wanting to hide inside a scrotum i decided to call bust a moo

i hate this shit
i hate labels
i want to hide
i want to crawl
inside a scrotum
spread my legs and
stretch
nice
i hate everybody
that reminds me
of my mother
i hate my neighbor

 

belief

pray to god
believe in jesus christ
brainwashed from
the umbilical cord
yea right he's
up there
he's everywhere
nj california venus
mars
see all
control all
knockin socks off
think about it
cop your plea for
belief is
more powerful then
the angel of death
more powerful then
terrorists groups in iraq, usa and
if you believe
this shit you will surely
inherit
salvation
and breast
cancer
christ church prayer
jesus pray pray pray
for salvation for
BELIEF is the MAGIC WAND
hogwash propaganda
happy horseshit
god dammit i
have believed this happy horseshit well over 40 years and the
govenment
alright
look-
-in down
ready to blow
my paradise and
there's no control
it just happens like
static on my television
cop a plea
it's his job
it's what i was
to believe in
to make things
right
_right_
and
it's only natural
get on my knees
fold my hands
look to the grimy ceiling call
it the heavens
help me make it through
something i don't
really feel sick with
trust in
the one
anticipate and wait
but don't hold
your breath
wave that magic
w [or]an d for
prayer
is the solution
what's the matter with you lookin to the the grimy ceiling
the pollution in the
once blue sky
i believed for
over
40 years and for what
breast cancer i want
to take
god
ducktape
him to a
florida pine
tie his scrotum with
one of those
little pink ribbons
and TUG
and pull til that sack i mean
what good
did love my dad
but he don't know
like she ever cared and
i told her my conditon
a month ago and
i haven't heard
from her since my head spins like linda blair...

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...or

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