I do not wish To Be

Your Child of Misery

Your Little Pony

Your Bonnie to your Clyde

The spiral plunges

To the hospital basement

What comes down

Doesn’t always come back up

Smells like formol…

I do not wish To Be

Your Special Steak

That bloodies your lips

Your candy cane

That steadies your hips

Your shrink’s ears

For your heroin fix

And your private cheerleader

The one that never says never!

Your little doll that sits pretty

To fill your void, your cavity

Thoughts?

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