"My Living Hell; (in a 9odly ho:(me)."

*This is actually a rewrite
of poem I wrote, back around
'89.
I was looking through some
old folders and found it.

Its been reedited a bit, as some
of us can remember the terminology
that we used as teens in the LAAATE
'80s, early '90s.

I've not changed it much though to
preserve its original emotion and
antiquity.*

Skeletons & Crossbones...

We're all children fucked
in the head;

Living with our parents
but in our minds, we're far
from here: on the Streets...

Away from that dick and
that hag, who only obeys
what he says; own our...

Own

Cramming that book down
my throat, til I choke

I hope that the shining light
they see at the end is a
fucking Freight Train coming
down the track...

It'd be so good if I can have
a life

No t.v to watch because it's
the devils box;

I don't know about that but
when we had one I wanted
to see, "Bay watch," Yasmine
Bleeth is so fucking hot; I'd
like to put my surfboard in
her sweet hole

I'd drown just to let her give
me, "Mouth to Mouth," shit;
here I am, stiff again: I'll have
to wash my sheets again
before that bitch gets to them;

I hate hearing that these things
are a sin: if their god who they
say is good, created us, then
shouldn't these feelings I'm having
be too: I'm tired of their brain washing
shame...

Maybe one day, I won't have to
feel this way

I'm only 15: I don't think I should
feel this Frustrated