To the people who ruined spoken word for me— Fuck you. Fuck your scream-cries, personas, the conversational beginning with splattered joke...
Tuesday, July 30, 2013
If He'd Grown A Pair
If he had grown a pair I'd be over there He'd have my heart and stare The start of something worth hearing about But no attention leaves only the retention of doubt You're too far away for me to shout So I'm going to just fade A way Away