Hate My Way

I could be a smack freak and hate society

I could hate God and blame Dad

I might be in a Holocaust, hate Hitler

Might not have a child and hate school

I could be a sad lover and hate death

I could be a neuro and hate sweat

No

I hate my way

I make you into a song

I can't rise above the church

I'm caught in a jungle, vines tangle my hands

I'm always so hot and it's hot in here

I say it's all right

My pillow screams, too

But so does my kitchen

And water and my shoes

And the road

I have a gun in my head

I'm invisible

I can't find the ice

A slug

I'm TV

I hate

A boy was tangled in his bike forever

A girl was missing two fingers

Gerry Ann was confused

Mr. Huberty had a gun in his head

So I sit up late in the morning and ask myself again

How do they kill children?

And why do I want to die?

They can no longer move

I can no longer be still

I hate my way