what the fuck is up with us?
what could belong to me
if i never shouted?
why do i have to be shorted
to be sprouted?
if i had the will to cowtow
to the world
as it grew
i would have never knew
i would never know
that we were the ones
who expired the show.
poetry in motion baby
i love you like potion, maybe
i can’t believe you’re the lotion
maybe the ocean
but what about the pollen in the field
that you laid down to kneel
all the poppies that you sell
from Darlene Snell.
what the FUCK is UP WITH US?
what could belong to the trust
the banks and the bus
that bring you to US?
what is up
with Kristi MUSc
what the fuck is up with US?
what the hell is up with my well
while i cry a mile of tears down to hell
i could make it up to you in the year 2000
i could fill my glass with tears
in the year 5000
and she would never be dead
or rob you from your head
i would never be dead
or come down from my own bed
to stop you in your tracks
and fill your bed with tacks
(which they do)
and tax
(which they do)
i would never cowtow
to a woman who’d never bow
to a man without ink
you know he could never think
twice about loving me
it’s in revelation
i’m sorry it’s chris
but you removed all his tats and i
“can’t believe that
you’re not the bride or the groom” but…
it’s okay to leave us at that.
you got mad
cuz you’re the bride baby
and i’m just sitting in your lap
and i love you sitting my lap.
we’re all sitting in our laps.
“if it wasn’t for Laura Prepon,
we would have died on–
she got us flops
for prison)
(circa 1994, Gwynny, Scarley, Katy, Laurie, Lyssy & Amby)
