So I put some soap in a bowl
Of juice and hope it Kills all
Of the fruit flies that are now
Going to overtake someone’s kitchen;
And on the Victorian style back porch-
it burns hot like 100 degrees!
Making me drip with balls of
Sweat develop beneath my skin
and I somehow feel even more
Sick than yesterday after it happened.
Fucking flies all over this
Goddamned house, I don’t want
To be lord of the fucking flies,
Maybe they’ll all just die-
Wouldn’t that be nice?
Wouldn’t that be oh so grand- to just
Kill all those little damn flies?
So now I’m gonna go sit out in the sun and
No longer am I the cute sleeping angel
On the couch- now I have arisen and
The hacking of bronchitis, unexpected lungs
And it is really fucking humid out. I hope this spit
Doesn’t somehow hit me.
Everything’s going to shit, quickly it seems
That I’m being revoked as the queen for
Burning up is not my scene
Sitting beneath the hanging ivy green,
I’d like to be relocated to the
Ice caps of someone else’s dream.
I don’t want to just go back home
But I’m allergic to cats and I ate
Too much damn cheese, why must I
Feel the breeze of a hurricane,
Would feel better right now to
Just go jump on a train and
Escape school, leave it all be
And I’d meet a mermaid and
Go fall into the sea