BECAUSE FOR THE BRIEFEST MOMENT I MAY ACTUALLY CARED

Majestic; & I would think about how she used to spend her time,

Lied to or oppressed like some sailor out of horse latitudes & feign pity.

One & the same; what difference does it make?

Majestic; like fit to be a queen

she will have you murdered my friend

precisely I said & realized I was back again where I had always been.

& taking both his shoulders in my embrace I said that is what makes her perfect to
be a queen

my feathered friend I said & pulled the trigger; blood or feathers all over the room.

this is not your state of affairs I exclaimed.

Unpublished; to give over life unto murder.

What difference does it really make?

To spend sixty years behind bars,

Inside a prison when I am anyone & anything,

everything in a million different worlds that lie between?

A four letter word that ends in my suicide; I dont need it

Im fine w/ depression; I blackout when I become suicidal & have no recollection of

what I do

It doesnt matter; I want something real, something I can touch

Something I can taste, something I can feel

Not some stupid idea of what it should or shouldnt be

I dont normally like cellulite but hers I loved; she had a great ass

I can think about putting my dick in her pussy every time