A slick prick
With a quick wit
Who never knew how to use it
Until he started to fight
Until he started to write
The spark was bound
To ignite
And bust into a flame
I was always going to go a little insane
I like pain
Too much
And I can never
Just shut the fuck up
So I let it out
Like a supernova
Just to show ya
That I be
Something
That I can do
Something worth doing
Just to show me
To me
Reflecting back
Potentiality
Creativity
From inside
The nativity
Of what I appeared to be
Broke through the chains
Just to be a little free
I had to fist fight with fear
Just so I could
Look myself in the mirror
And choose
To stay here
Behind these eyes
Behind these lies
The life I’ve written
Hasn’t written me out yet
Not until I carve my name
In the hollywood sign
And take a shit
On that sidewalk
With the names
And handprints
A big fat shit
On George Cloony
And Tom Hanks
Maybe a piss
On Clint
Eastwood
That jackass
Stole my name
So he gets the yellow snow
And the middle finger
Carve my name in the chaos
And let it linger
In the air
With the poison
Let it float in the sea’s
With the plastic
And when I am gone
Let it live on
At least I hope this world
Lives on
After I am gone…
If not
Then so long
Goodbye
We had good times
Getting high
And making out
Lunch wasn’t that bad
When it was with you
The view
Of the naked monkeys
And the poisoned planet
Wasn’t that bad
With you there too.
-C.H.
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