"I'll be good , I'll be good, and I'll love the world, like I should."
- Jaymes Young
because I've always wanted
to go to a French-speaking university
and get a cat
or maybe a bearded dragon
(that's a thing, you know)
but that's not what I'm supposed to do,
so I'll smile with a brittle edge and
line my thoughts with stalagmites to catch what falls
creep under the bed
watch for chicken-legged houses,
Baba Yaga's coming for you
honey don't hide from Tommy Rawhead
he gets everyone in the end
in the e-end
red eyes and a nasty disposition,
run the river burgundy with blood
it's like pencils serve a purpose to
draw blood from fingertips-
but no, I'll go write a plot or two,
do as i should,
speak french and be nice and smile
'HONEY YOU'D BE MUCH PRETTIER IF YOU SMILED'
WELL FUCK YOU TOO
'THAT'S NOT NICE LANGUAGE, IS IT?'
I'M NOT A NICE PERSON, SO IT'S QUITE FITTING, I ASSURE YOU
'YOU COULD AT LEAST TRY, COULDN'T YOU?'
NO, NO I COULDN'T.
so i'll sit here and curse the birds
as they flit and flutter
and call their little shitty heads off
i'm not feeling very nice-tempered right now
and when will anyone realize
that i'm not a nice person
and i don't want to be one.