you say
nothing of importance
just the why's and the what's
of life and the people
gossiping like grandma
it's a crime
the way you govern
me like a cop
you beat me with your stick
and beg for more and more
stick it up your ass
pull my hair
make me scream
bitch.

i say
nothing of importance
just the silence
then the rage
get the fuck away from me
you asshole - you creep
snake in the grass
slut, chain smoking
writer chick.
call me what you will
i must be
whatever you say i am

you say
i can't think for myself
well, here's a thought
your touch makes me vomit
rivers of the fluid
you spew into me
i bleed
i bled
for you
on you
kinky sick suck
oh baby oh
my
fucking
God.

cf
6/24/02