don t come for me

i have no words just bring my end my bread swallows my dog fooling just bring me the quiet steps going away your questioning proof that i m free to walk drops head knees to hard too hard floor don t break me coldly there wet with this leaking as i cannot see you any more anyway asking anymore more of nothing more of me asking me nothing dog begging only for treats to be given god s damned pup as i can walk to the puppy but not you you having the stick sticks sticking out of you all over so there s no damned petting that mouth can t pet so just shutup shut up just shut me in my room where this one bad news stays up one up with one world s hate of all given give me your wallet s ass all of your smartest breads as i have nothing for you having my script all taken having known what you wanted spelled i would have written my accountants to proxy the spelling of all out willing all to likes of you booking this want right for you now you shall let me go give me my now my just bread now all as i spoon out green loaves blue fishes from this black coat check room of my clear fucking please this anger he s showing indicates a return to normalcy and i m anticipating that if we continue his current medication that we will be able to release him within the next few days i ll come for yourevised challenge poem Written March 27th, 2002 © on Mar 29 2002 01:45 AM PST, Frederic Jacob Gutknecht IV   0 • 1