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 in to 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, he 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