A girl and boy, eighteenish Lie slung over and under the covers Like summer lovers Her sad shoulders covered By thick arms. She starts to think about putting on
You’re such a gift Just think Your parents Look what they did Who needs ink Or paint Let’s get together And make A daughter To save Some other Younger Creep.
Sometimes she would sleep With her head on my chest Saying she liked to hear My heart And that thick chunk Of meat would start to think It had more to it Than beef. The stupid lump.
I saw a boy Who knew he was a boy And wanted all the world To see a man. He had gelled hair And wore a face Like a frown drawn on a strawberry. He was about twelve.