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The world is like a trap
Jaws poised, sharp, biting
The taste of velocity and steel
Brings a certain shock
I'll clench a fist
if it catches my wrist
I'll bare my teeth
Bite through the metal
One handed fool
Oh mother, I dedicate Plath
To you, oh Daddy
I just want to kill you
I could make it poetic
But I just want to choke you
With this protestant hands
I'm bigger than you
These days, oh I could do it
Best believe, son, I could so it
Oh mummy, you silly fat cow
All you did was drink and cry
What use is that to me?
I'll do the mans work
this laural hedge
I remember it well
The way the leaves felt
wet with dew sometimes
The frozen fish pond
Tall poplars, speedway bikes
Im not poetric, I'll makes
My own poetry
This part of my life
The last part of the first part
Doesnt belong to you
Oh, you wish it did
It doesnt belong to you
I know you wish it did
Whatever you did to me
Couldnt crack this facade
In a way that would reflect
Back to the front again
Oh you disagree?
SO fist fight me right now
I'll beat the **** out of you
You think I cant
Come and try me
I swing my fists like heavy bats
I am stronger now
These days
Naw, it doesnt belong to you
It is with Stephanie
I havent seen her in years
She was younger than me
Too much
Look, nothing happened
We used to play in her
Back yad, I used to sleep on the heath
A couple of times a year
Try and catch me?
I'll bite like an adder
So Steph, how are you doing
I romantacize you
Cos you were one of the only
Things that happened to me
Between 1987 and 1990
That I feel good about
You must be 21, 22 by now
Maybe one day we'll meet again
You know
Friends Reunited
Or something like that
If the guy that you date now
Doesnt treat you right
I'll kick off his door
Choke him and slam him
Oh, he doesnt think I'm strong enough
He'll find out
You'll kiss my finger tips
I'll run my hands through your hair
Or something
Look, Im not an idiot
I know its unrealistic
The past, the present
I can pretend
I have to do something
You know?
Oh Stephanie
I hate my mother
I hate my father
dont talk about my sister
Your hair was the colour of gold
When the sun shined
At a certain angle
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"Do not tell lies, and do not do what you hate,
for all things are plain in the sight of Heaven. For nothing
hidden will not become manifest, and nothing covered will remain
without being uncovered."
The Gospel of Thomas
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