from our human ways
our scary planes
our sexual retreats
go hide in your bedrooms, sharks
deep under the sea
of endless blue and blankets too
be sixteen
i am thirteen, hear me roar
your most unpowerful number
your most feared superstition
someone with a working head
so where is your bed mate tonight
why are all the young girls sleeping
with the mean men tonight?
is this some kind of reversal of roles
unpowerful revision
the kind that is lost
in the editing process
i will not be your boquet of silent, unrest
i will not rot in a cell for your transgressions
think you need to catch a priest
catch a beast of burden
why not someone who is fuckin' up
for sure then?
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