to answer the call of any John
She says she’s leavin’ me ’cause I can’t be
bothered to live responsibly
Says I do things like stay home from work
to answer the call of any John
fucking Waters marathon.
I say, yeah but, what about my obsession
with turnin’ off the lights in succession
What about my flashlight heart?
You’ll miss my quirks and battery charge
and letting you
be in charge, well,
Counting up my flaws on your perfection log
Just go bitch, take your noisy lap dog
Don’t forget your tacky sense
of trendy bullshit. I won’t be bothered
to miss any of it. I am mothered
by the Moon; as always, I am comfortable
with the unknown and the uncomfortable,
the unravelling and the challenging-
I pack the lesson in my bag
lady, burnin’ the white flag
’cause a free spirit
never
surrenders.
Horror Sleaze Trash 