Wood

My mind is split.

It just might rip.

I'm on the tit,

can you get the milk for me?

I just got born,

it was my birth,

did you crack my egg for me?

You freak me out.

There is no doubt.

I want out.

There seems to be no good side of me.

Why or what.

You say shut-up.

I was a nut, you left a rut.

You just won't stop until you fuck.

You crack.

You creak.

You're not so neat.

So, please just get away from me!!

I hatched,

I held,

I heard no sound.

Oh, Wait, it's all because you're down on me.

Get up!

Get off!

Don't mind me.

It's just the would (wood) inside of me.

K.A.P.

4/30/2009