Hate My Way
I could be smack freak, and hate society.I could hate God, and blame Dad.
I might be, in a holocaust --hate Hitler.
Might not have a job, and hate school.
I could be a sad lover, and hate death.
I could be neuro and hate sweat.
No
I hate my way.
I make you into a song. I can't rise above the church.
I'm caught in a jungle. Vines tangle my hands.
I'm always so hot, and it's hot in here.
I say it's alright.
My pillow scream too, but so does my kitchen, and water, and my shoes
And the road.
I have a gun in my head, I'm invisible.
I can't find the ice.
A slug
I'm TV.
I hate.
A boy was tangled in his fight forever
A girl was missing two fingers
Jury heard and was confused
Mister --you hear had a gun in his head!
So said I'll leave in the morning and
Ask myself again, "How do they kill children. And why do I want to die?"
They can no longer move.
I can no longer be still.
I hate...my way...
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