BAD KIDS INC.

Dont be shy. But dont give in. You wait and wait and ask for a faster resolve but nothing seems to come in.

dont get caught up in the conversation.

dont get caught up in the hype.


ten years have passed by. And I have outgrown you.


nothing to be gained here

  you haven't lost the ways of the literary word. Its been put on hiatus for a couple months-  now, these thoughts run rampant with or without them being jot down. Ink making love to paper.  she makes suggestions and the ache is just too much to bear.

you may have had your honey pot stolen, or perhaps it was you who gulped it all down. Like the ravenous beast that you are.  licked the pot clean and then tossed it into the woods. like a rape victim left for dead in a dark dank alley.


these pains have been paid by me way before we met. I paid them three times and the last time was the last time. but here you are again earning and yearning. i'd like to offer you sustenance but your gluttony will suck me dry. Turn me wicked and sour. 

nothing like a little poison to bring us back to life, eh?

but there's plenty of poison is this wretched world for you to suck on.

your bleeding and your bleeding fast. with each passer by you meet , they dine on you like thanksgiving and you are so willing to just fucking die  you dont care any more, you dont care.


take those last two lines and repeat them in front of a mirror.





nothing to be gained here ©