Montag, 12. März 2012


Waiting in a howling wilderness
for a huff to come
my ego is sitting in the chair
near the door
looking at me
a cigarette in mouth
what you're waiting for, weakling?
I went mad while eating a cheesesandwich
where you going to, milksop?
I do not want to answer your questions
I do not want to entertain you
I do not want you bottle me up
or talk about anything
And I do not want to love you

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