Kill Me Hardly

Puss Princesses
& Pansy Princes
Are getting sentimental

Are writing poetry

overanalyzing
Looking
To shit styles in piss

Make too many words
Say nothing
Make too many words
Avoid transitions
prepositions

Comment on the art
Want art

Stupid

Fragments

We're writing stuff so meaningful
That when you don't see it you aren't meaningful, go away.

It's the world of stabbing eyes
Shooting energies
Killing
Bitch worlds
When energy's there,
To mold our own vision for it,

Cracked turtles trailing blood.



Beneath the Autumn wood
You have sung me songs, clouds
Shown which path's truely good
Out of these wandering reams of crowds
That stab at Earth
For bits of worth.
Show them what you showed me, clouds?
Yeah well that's not my job
chit chat with individual wills as a mob,
...Oh but that's what you did say,
.............Above the darkened rain
Wandering wills are too much to contain
None know what each will do
This is the only thing that's true.

So did that do it, did I tell them okay, did I listen?
Fucken ell, can't I enjoy clouds without divine mission?