I could be a smack freak

And hate society

I could hate God

And blame Dad

I might be in a Holocaust

Hate Hitler

Might not have a child

And hate school

I could be a sad lover

And hate death

I could be a neuro

And hate sweat

No

I hate my way

I make you in to some

I can't rise above the church

I'm caught in a jungle

Vines tangle my hands

I'm always so hot and it's hot in here

I say it's all right

My pillow screams too

But so does my kitchen

And water

And my shoes

And the road

I have a gun in my head

I'm invisible

I can't find the ice

A slug

I'm TV

I hate

A boy was tangled in his bike forever

A girl was missing two fingers

Gerry Ann was confused

Mr. Huberty

Had a gun in his head

So I sit up late in the morning

And ask myself again

How do they kill children?

And why do I want to die?

They can no longer move,

I can no longer be still...