Hate My Way

I could be a smack freak and hate society

I could hate

God and blame

DadI might be in a

Holocaust, hate

HitlerMight not have a child and hate school

I could be a sad lover and hate death

I could be a neuro and hate sweat

No, I hate my way

I make you into a song

I can't rise above the church

I'm caught in a jungle

Vines tangle my hands

And I'm always so hot and it's hot in here

I say it's alright

My pillow screams too

But so does my kitchen

And water and my shoes and the road

I have a gun in my head,

I'm invisible

I can't find the ice

A slug, I'm

TV, I hate

A boy, he was tangled in his bike forever

A girl was missing two fingers

Gerry Ann was confused

Mr. Huberty had a gun in his head

So I sit up late in the morning

And ask myself again

How do they kill children?

And why do

I wanna die?

They can no longer move

I can no longer be still

I hate my way