I want to sell my soul don't tell Mom. Dad wants action in the clouds of conscience Denial I'm scared I lost my mind a little time from too much to not enough either way nothing is human that's why pretty girls get it better because sex is the rawest love and guilt comes after chocolate when your scared to get fat and then seam infertile because old ladies have slow metabolisms and they are expired And then you won't get in "get into what?" To Heaven stupid/ugly. So the pleasure makes it better? No. It makes it worse. Whispered mama witch. Made the trend of the bitch my pen might run out of ink. And then I can't think because my head is no place for thinking. It connects to none of my senses. The whores crawled out to see the sun. When the night was over and their work was done. And they went back home [the men] to see their flabby-thigh wives. Wondering if this is really life. Eating pancakes and lice. Raspy-voice but it sounds nice. Back to the morning whores, who crawled out to the roof-tops wondering about what we call life, [observation] and if we' re [they are] even at all alive. If they are really living at all.