tempestuous raze eyes of coal & a mouth like a throbbing scab you shouldn't say things you can't take back you shouldn't fuck with the mind of a martyr satyr always shooting the mouth off, like a diseased parrot on crystal meth the body wastes away until it becomes "beautiful" a group of homeless children join hands & start screaming about rising gas prices one girl, about seven years old, splits my head open with a tire iron i laugh while my brains leak onto the ground she'll make a fine mother someday 030828 ... . . 060425 what's it to you? who go blather from