Smalltown Poets Everything I Hate
i think i am elastic these arms they are a wonder pull from sideways, up and under i think it's time for something drastic and it could be more than i bargained for ten to one it is chorus: oh i'm into everything i hate my spirit is not fooled; my members take the bait oh i'm into everything i hate still not dead enough to stifle this debate these heels were made for bruising and the cobblestones they're using are the pleasures of my choosing i must be born for losing heal these soles to hurt no more and i'll lift these hands just like before cover me like dimestore suit until i'm just like You careful little eyes what you see careful little feet where you go