i want your spam in my can.
and i want to know what your children taste like.
i want to feel them running down my back.
i want all fours.
my heart tells me to bail out! bail out now!
before he...becomes just another guy you'll write shitty poems about.
you want slam poetry?!
I ONLY PERFORM POETRY IN THE BEDROOM, MOTHERFUCKERS!
and i don't believe in god.
i need him to ache the way i have.