Language Poem
I want to rape your body of work
I want to play Russian roulette
I want to rush in like a fool
I want to fool my betters
Crimson letters dipped in syrup
Under his breath he said, I'll fuck her
So what, don't care. I have no libido
I have no how whatchamacallit
I’m a downer, loser, misfit
This kid is alone
Alone in his head
Where it rains
A chip off the old block
They say I need help
I say I need a backstage pass
I need someone to harass
Over rainbows
Under rooftops
Around corners
Good guys finished first today
Its opposite day
Its novelty in May
Don’t fuck with this 80’s baby
By-product of I don’t give a fuck ideology
I’m an idiot, I’m an American’t
I walk your street corners at night hungry
And you wonder why I’m a terrorist
Liberate me
Sedate me
Open my already open wounds
Close this chapter
Hand me my adapter
I'm the fixer
The man with the golden chalice
Drink my blood
Drink my soul
It’s milk as an energy drink
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A Gift I Shall Never Give Her-Ctrl Alt Elite