I’ll tear myself from limb to limb For you to suture up again It feels like the perfect win/win To play our roles, morals and sin

You’re nineteen You can choose who to be Nineteen Maybe fancy and free Nineteen

If you could see the soul of me You’d know I am a hate machine A pretty face without obscene But, nonetheless, still dubbed unc…

I don’t write poems for poets Flowery language, indulge us I break it down With a simpler sound And anything more would be less

I’m a take no prisoners kind of ma… A knockdown, drag out, hang if you… Calculating, ruthless, no fear Nothing to lose, nothing held dear Use you up, throw you to the curb

Ever been great at Balance? Then you understand Why I tip my scales.

Wish I was a shepherd With a flock of sheep Sitting on a hillside Grass beneath my feet Watching over loved ones

Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

Little girls and gay men Love them some Jonathan Can’t reciprocate Wish them a life great

My daughter said the other day I’m glad my father ran away So we could find relationship Without my mother ruining it

Hannah Banana With the flower bandana Look at your garden grow With tender leaves And shoots of peas

How do you reckon Your yearn for freedom With other’s feelings?

We were formed In relation To this world Our creation

Puppy gets pizza On his pretty plate Puppy gets pizza In his cutie face Puppy gets pizza