Life after age eight Put downs and berates People don’t like you When they look like fools

I like your spots I like your dots The things that make you different You’re not like them Pure specimen

Ev’rything about my life Tells me that you’re poison If you’ve ever heard of me You know I don’t listen

Your thought forms beauty and beas… Your word produces joy and despair… Your movement brings life and deat… Your power creates your present.

Hope you are a voyeur Hope you want to see What it truly means Be this human thing Offering my soul

When we realize That our imperfections are Our emperfections

One reason I know Our love is first rate, We don’t have to talk To communicate.

Lord and Jesus Christ Don’t forget the lice Spiders, ticks, and skeeters All the heeby-jeebers They’ve got their own place

I’ve written things and said some… Wagged my tongue and tripped over… Flapped my gums 'til blue in the f… Never a clue how to win the race Huffed and puffed and circumstance…

You’ll have to take It slow with me That’s just the way Things have to be I’m sensitive

Caught a glance Just by chance And it somehow moved me Head snapped Thunder clapped

You have physicality And I have my mentality You’ve already lost the fight So give it up and say “Good night…

I only care about you when You exit from my life I only ahh-pper-ec-i-ate When I can’t taste your spice I only know that you are all

You say this I say that We are caught in a rat trap Take a breath Step it back

Flesh of my flesh Bone of my bone Please hear your partner In all his earnest If you are willing