Making Clam Chowder 2003-02-24
I slice you open And watch your hidden agendas Drip to the floor Watch you lies Hang out of your midsection There's enough there that I hang you with them I explore futher From your feet I find All the beds that your shoes have been under I see all the lives you've wrecked Just to prove you could I open the root of your hatred And find the sickness That was your childhood And the rot you bear For the one person who showed you kindness But had to leave you Silly child Don't you know The details aren't important You take your bitterness out On the world Because you feel like You never deserved to be happy In the first place So you insure that you Will never be And thus you make yourself correct Retroactively All the while blaming it on The one person who did nothing to cause it Except not be there It doesn't matter why It never did I stop at your face I won't touch that Because your eyes look to much Like mine ~Matt Magus
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