try to run | The demon of thighs The one who tells lies Like He is to cute To be evil The demon of nipples That blinds us To simple Failings we Should have seen
Sometimes I wish I could take it all back Crawl back in the womb The alternative tomb And start all over again If I could be better My mom would have cared If I had played football My dad would have stayed home If I had just been more wonderful They never would have Left me alone The I wouldn't be wondering What it is I can't forget But can't remember Except that I'm owed a debt Of self-esteem stolen And innocence lost Some where Some when Was I a a child Concieved of hate My mother's abuser's seed? Was I a child Concieved in fear My father not as courageous As I'd believed Running from A crazy war Into the arms Of something Somewhat Like love Filled with duty and devotion And anger at your son The stupid fag Who wouldn't even try to run. | 2002-01-02 |