Anger

Help me

As I lay here

I am dying slowly

You all know

I am in red

Covered in red

I am going down

In a hail of bullets

Like JFK and MLK

I wish I was Gandhi

I wish I was him

I wish I was Indian

I wish I was a spider

I wish I was a wolf

I wish I was a refrigerator

I wish I was you and not me

For I am dying

And you are not

I am dying

And you know

You are not helping

And neither are you

I plea

Take me to Neuro 12

You think I am wrong

When 33 is my number

She offered 200

I offered 300 to he

She was Bi, and he did not leave

He thought I was in the middle

I slammed on the car

I killed that cat

I brought him a squirrel

I eat the dead

And take from the living

I committed

I must be admitted

I will crush you all

With my teeth

Check my back

There is a knife back there

The Beatles are back

And I am crossing Abbey Road

Under 3 seconds

And I will kill you

So, help yourself

Help me

Do not let me cross that bridge

DO NOT LET ME

I will cross the bridge

I will meet my lover

I will dive

Dive into heaven off the roof

Dive into my lover

My lover is death

Who is my lover?

I will tell you;

Death

If I could, I would fuck death

If I could, I would fuck art

If I could, I would make world peace

I will,

by killing

© 1996 David Greg Harth

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