Spent all day
Picking at the plastic
That covers the foam
That covers the brick
Of my new home
The time drips by
Like the tears of the roach
That crawled out of the hole
I made in the wall
The pretty pills
Come and they go
Some down inside
And some in cheeks
On the way to the wall
Where cockroaches hide
Eating them all
At least the little buggers
Won't be bugged by the voices
Not the nightmares
Or creepy things
Crawling out of empty spaces
Roger keeps saying
I should go ahead and do it
Crawl inside his head
Then down through the hole
He says once I'm inside
The doctors won't find me
And I can go out there
But I've seen out there, Roger
And I know what is waiting
A bad ass skinny dude
With a can full of poison
So I says to Roger
Why don't you crawl inside
I can save you today
And there's pudding besides
He told me he'd think it over
But, just in case,
I should sleep quietly
With my mouth opened wide
Tonight Roger, tonight
I whisper into the hole
I picked through the plastic
Into the foam
Into the wall
That Roger calls home
Wednesday, August 1, 2012
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