Fuck IT

Wake up headache, go to bed headache.

Lawd, Lawd, wake up from Hissake.

Wake up in my skin and teeth.

Wake up in grief.
Bereaved.

Deceived.

He didn’t love me.

He didn’t even like me.

So now what’s the fee?

So now what’s for free?

Nothing when the blood run.

Nothing even when it was made in fun.

My life’s not the punch line.

My life’s not fine…

Hurt, broken, ripped, and rent,

No more Hallelujah falls to knees, no more repent.

Burnt offerings and ash,

My life rocket fuel burning flash,

…a drop in the bucket.

My life, the plasma weeping pig – we stuck it.

My life, the barrier – we struck it.

My life, the song – we sang fuck it.

I’m the bobo doll – punch down, pop up.

My life, the interrupt.

My life, the punctuation at the end of the tombstone.

My life the dirge, the funeral wail and moan.

My hope crushes,

Even as my pulse rushes.

There is fear in here.

There is fear in my bones – it’s hot, it sears.

There is only yesterday.

There is only the scale…I pay.

A just deserve.

A car crash swerve.

Erupts in wreckage.

My book, the ripped page.

My body, the chewn cuticles.

My dreams, the icicles.

He ruined all that was good about me.

I’m not the same, even when no one sees.

So I sing our song.

I sing FUCK IT!