Once I Was Beautiful. Now I Am

I've Grown Tired Of Love You Are The Trouble With Me I Watch You Walk Right By

Yesterday I Did Not Want To Be Borrowed But This Is The Typewriter That Sits Before Me And Love Is Where Yesterday Is At.

Earth, Earthriding Your Merry-go-roundtoward Extinction,right To The Rootsthickening The Oceans Like Gravy,festering In Your Caves,you Are Becoming A Latrine.

I Grow Old On My Bitterness.

Depression Is Boring, I Think And I Would Do Better To Make Some Soup And Light Up The Cave.