Fuck You Liz

10/22/86

Fuck you Liz 
I mean really 
my Liz-Ann in your shirtwaist wishes 
and boy shaped chinese hair 
Let me lay you down in sheets 
let the bulb fly its barren light down 
and open up the cracks and stains on your skin 
But keep your mucky red after face 
your sobs hiccuping up like steam from cowshit 
I run my hands down your ribs again your pea pod 
breasts 
but you jerk and twitch before slicing away 
You could accept it if you were a lesbian whore 
but you want it 
you want it and burn the money after I go