death wish

August 7, 2010 at 6:43 am Leave a comment

I am an it
a piece of shit
I fart and stink
like rotting feet
like pus oozing from
the open cuts
I inflict on myself

I am an it
a piece of shit
not fit to fertilize the soil
you tread on
I belch and whine
like a chainsaw spurting
my guts on a wall
tacking a price onto it
and calling it art

I am an it
a piece of shit
tired of calling myself that
tired of the constant, chronic
ache, and the blood splattering
into the wall I hit
and I wonder why
I don’t take that shotgun and blow
my mind away

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