Following Nicky
Sticker reading ‘I am birdshit’
Taped to my wall
Surrendering, cutting the bullshit
Well that was too hard
You’re by my side
You beeswax
I whisper endearingly
And I fly my rocket
To Hungerland
Where I find more help to refuse
And I’m not old enough for the right to choose
And just one more match is going to light the fuse
But calm down, calm down!
There will be more time to cheer
My bruises won’t forget
The parties you throw
In my absence
To ‘Good riddance!’
In my self-absorbed world
And I’m just a few years shy of
my death sentence
Which reels me back into your arms
Where you can kiss me a final goodbye
And promptly wipe your lips
On a used napkin from the
Local soup kitchen
Good riddance
