F.T.Willz poems (prolly frank iero no one knows)

LEAVE ME (A)B(C,D)E.

at long last maybe the time has finally come for yours truly to take control of the

uncontrollable.

to predict the inevitable.

to accept or expect, rather, the unexpected....

ha. no seriously, fuck that.

a life infested with rats and the traps are hungry. a sea of life rafts, but the sharks

are circling. and they're desperately trying to put in their drink order before last

call.

reasons not rules.

fight for your right to parlay.

if seeing is believing, ive been legally blind since 1987. but i still cant dance

(and i cant sing even though i enjoy showing off my lack of talent to elevator music and
commercials on the home and garden network).

so if B is for bed rest, and beestings, and boy dogs who cant keep their dick's in

their fur.

and C is for shut the fuCkup before you over stay your fuCking welCome.

then i guess i'll B C-ing you next semester, because im Addicted to my

Depression,

fuckers.

-2013, frnkiero