Self-destruct
(c) Alicia, July 13 2003

What does it matter if I
careful with myself
doing it right, doing it careful
taking care of myself and everything

If I had a pretty boy
sitting on my couch
willing flesh
I'd like to fuck him

What does it matter if I
follow good advice
now that I know I can do everything right
Why should I bother

Everything's la, la, la,
so happily along
life's so perfect when you're ignorant
well color me depressed

why bother knowing everything
what does it get
self contained. and restrained.
people talk in whispers about you anyway

What the hell, what a gal
living with promise; she's already there;
perfect and unnoticed and
incredibly boring

where are my flaws,
they're so interesting
bring on the human drama
fuckin squeaky wheel and all that attention

I'm spewing vitrol but what the fuck
I'm just an idiot anyway.
When you get this way
well here's a problem to play with.


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