suddenly, i'm sick of love songs
and all those fluffy pink love poems
written in fluffy pink diaries
by fluffy pink girls
i'm especially sick of them when they're pushed in my face
"read this, read this. do you like it?"
I smile politely and say "it's disgusting"
you make me want to stick a sharp, rusty object in my ear
and all those girls and songs and poems are sick of me
sick of my doom and gloom
sick of my dirty mouth
suddenly i'm sick of myself