I love that you motherfuckers think
you're better than me,
that I need help.
yours, especially.
we are all degenerates.
we are all evil;
some folks just justify it all
in a different way.
you paper toilets!
I don't need to be addicted
to your sinew or your tin sheep.
and I don't need your wayward advice;
I can buy my own alkaloids.
then.
one day.
9mm slug shot to the back.
and BLAM!!!
my heart will leave my chest for the sidewalk.
And thanks for the mistakes, heart of hearts,
I fucking followed you everywhere (and no one can take that away from me).