Some people
are really sick...

Not alright,
no more to say...

People of the world
I have something to tell...

With my other mammals
I share this place...

Both in bed, clothes are off
Let this game of lust begin...

Old pictures
Laying on my desk...

Life has broken my back
Beating me day and night...

Father, father!
I have grown breasts...

I know your type
Driving big fancy cars...

I screamed 'till I had no voice
I cried 'till I had no tears...

All are talking
about releasing...

This writer's block
is slowly killing me...