Plants watered with piss
Grow higher than I ever will
No one to remember
The short ripple I leave against my will
My life has taught me what it means
To hate a man and men
Please, Joanna, please
Don't disappear on me
Faces on the bus sing along to the cancer hum
No apology for the drunk priest that wields his gun
Searching through tumblers emptied
For somewhere to hide from the fight
The smoke and noise serve me right
In the dead of night
My life has taught me what it means to hate myself
And them
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