Poems

Sex drugs, rock and roll

Speed weed and birth control

Life’s a bitch

Until you die

So fuck the world

And lets get high.

Life’s like a dick

When it gets hard

Fuck it.

I never thought I’d find myself

The day that I found you

Plans for only one of me

are future plans for two

soul mates in the universe that make the world surreal

for when I’d given up on dreams you showed me love is real and now that all my love for you will never cease to grow please take me in your loving arms and never let me go.

My name is Chris

I am three

My eyes are swollen

I can not see

I must be stupid

I must be bad

What else could have made

my daddy so mad

I wish I were better

I wish I weren’t ugly

Then maybe my mommy

would still want to hug me.

I can’t do a wrong

I can’t speak at all

Or else I’m locked up

All day long.

When I’m awake I’m all alone

The house is dark

My folks aren’t home

When my mommy does come

home

I’ll try and be nice

So maybe I’ll just get

One whipping tonight

I just heard a car

My daddy’s back

From Chariles bar

I hear him curse

My name is called

I press myself

Against the wall

I try to hide

From his evil eyes

I’m so afraid now

I’m starting to cry

He finds me weeping

Calls me ugly words

He says its my fault

He suffers at work

He slaps and hits me

And yells at me more

I finally get free

And run to the door

He’s already locked it

And I start to bawl

He takes me and throws me

Against the hard wall

I fall to the floor

With my bones nearly broken

And my daddy continues

With more bad words spoken

“I’m sorry!”, I scream

But its now much to late

His face has been twisted

Into an unimaginable shape

The hurt and the pain

Again and again

O please God have mercy

O please let it end!

And he finally stops

And heads for the door

While I lay motionless

sprawled on the floor

My name is Chris

I am three

Tonight my daddy

Murdered me.

Love is a gamble

Kissing is the game

Boys do the neck

Girls get the blame

One night of pleasure

Nine months of pain

Two days in the hospital

with a baby to be named

Her daddy was a bastard

Her momma was a whore

wouldn’t be here

if the rubber hadn’t tore.

Don’t make love

by the gardeners gate

love is blind but

the neighbors ain’t .

Ashes Ashes

Dust to Dust

If it weren’t for girls

Guys dicks would rust.

Jack and Jill

Went up the hill

To smoke some marijuana

Jack got high

And dropped his fly

And said hey baby do you wanna

Jill