I Don't Wanna Be Me
I
don't wanna be me anymore
Ever throwing at his house Two glass houses, twenty stones Fourteen yellow, six are
blue Could it be worse... quite doubtful
Two steps forward, three steps back Without warning, heart attack He
fell asleep in the snow Never woke up, died alone
Please don't dress in black When you're at his wake Don't
go there to mourn But to celebrate
Todd's Ship Gods (Above All Things)
Grease, sweat, coffee, faded shipyard pictures Giant living there I used to
know Author of the testosterone scriptures Where did you go?
Now I remember what he told me that time Falling
from my bike, scraping my knee: "If you're gonna weep, keep it from sunshine, so no one sees"
I won't cry - "Above
all things boy, be a man"
See little boy hiding amongst shadows Ashamed of tears exposing ancient pain From the
storms predicted by the Tarot: Pray for the rain
I won't cry - "Above all things boy, be a man"
...A Dish Better Served Coldly
What makes you think that you have won When the battle has only just begun? Let
the punishment fit the crime Bad things come to those in all good time
My mistake was to put you first Deceitful
bubble was so soon to burst I asked you - believe in just us Now my faith lie in mine own justice
How many times
must I say I'm not sorry? And how many ways can I show I don't care?
Rotting bodies of enemies Cannot smell sweet
enough to me What is the price of a friend Who would carry out revenge?
In this bleak world of absent laws One
in which the just are whores An honor to die for the truth Eye for an eye, tooth for tooth
How many times must
I say I'm not sorry? And how many ways can I show I don't care?
How Could She?
Wilma Flintstone, Marcia Brady, Alice Kramden, Gladys Kravitz, Laverne and Shirley, Jeannie Morticia Adams,
Aunt Esther, Sweet Polly Purebread, Natasha, Mrs. MacGillicuddy
How could she?
Ginger, Mary Anne, Mrs.
Howell, Samantha Stevens, Lieutentant Uhura, Judy Jetson Olive Oyl, Ethel Mertz, Edith Bunker, Marilyn Munster, Rhoda,
Penny Robinson
How could she?
Why don't you love me anymore?
Quite upset, angry, just plain annoyed No
recourse except for celluloid In my heart, I know you are not real Though in mind, suspect you still can feel
Walt
Disney or Hanna-Barbera Black or white, stunning Technicolor Warner Brothers and the A.A.P. I've become addicted
to TV
Crissy Snow, Catwoman, Creepela, Weezie Jefferson, Betty Rubble, Little Cindy Who Penelope Pitstop,
Lois Lane, Vanna White, Wonder Woman, Elly May, Maude, Witchiepoo
How could she?
Why don't you love me
anymore?
How could you?
Nettie
Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes
In the dark bathed
in Cathode ray blue Miss Red Hook of 1922 Weeping silently for the pain of others Every night a tearful rosary A
victim of the curse of empathy Her reward for compassion is to suffer
Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those
tear drops from your eyes
My shortcomings I know caused her grief Still she loves me. This I can't believe! Responding
not with anger but a prayer Heaven's just Southwest of Cobble Hill True, I am the son of an Angel Maternally, not
one woman compares
Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes
If you fall, I will
catch you When you're lost, I'll be there soon Far away, but of course near When you're sad, I'm always here
Thank
you for saving me from myself Your compassion became its own hell Unequivocably beautiful inside and out Without
a doubt
Nettie, no need to cry Let me wipe those tear drops from your eyes
Angry Inch
My sex-change operation got botched My guardian angel fell asleep on the watch Now all I got is a Barbie Doll-crotch I
got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I got an angry inch
I'm from the land
where you still hear the cries I had to get out to sever all ties I changed my name and assumed a disguise I got
an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I got an ingry inch
Six inches forward and
five inches back The train is coming and I'm tied to the track I try to get up but I can't get no slack I got an
angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
My mother made my tits out of clay My boyfriend told me that he'd take me away They
dragged me to the doctor one day I've got an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back I got a I
got an angry inch
A long story short: When I woke up from the operation I was bleeding down there Bleeding
from the gash between my legs My first day as a woman And already it's that time of the month But two days later The
hole closed up and the wound healed And I was left with a one inch mound of flesh Where my penis used to be Where
my vagina never was A one inch mound of flesh With a scar running down it Like a sideways grimace On an eyeless
face It was just a little bulge It was an angry inch
Six inches forward and five inches back The train is
coming and I'm tied to the track I try to get up but I can't get no slack I got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
Six
inches forward and five inches back Stay undercover 'til the night turns to black I got my inch and I'm set to attack I
got an angry inch, angry inch, angry inch
The Dream Is Dead
Champagne glass of blood and wine On chocolate hearts I dine Candles weeping waxing tears Ten for roses each
one a year - disappear
Arrows fester in my heart Each memory another dart Love and death both colored red Showing
my past, the dream is dead
Another lonely Valentine's Day I can't believe that things turned out this way And
though I hate to see you go I know it must be so Another lonely Valentine's Day
Nobody will break your fall All
for none, yeah, none for all Nothing's so cruel as the truth Join the Festival of Fools
Nobody will break your
fall All for one, yeah, none for all Nothing's so cruel as the truth Join the festival, my fools
Another lonely
Valentine's Day I can't believe things turned out this way And though I hate to see you go I know it must be so Another
lonely Valentine's Day
The dream is dead
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