Rent Free

 

Twisting mem’ries into new ones

won’t replace the old –

Nope –

That just makes shit complicated.

 

I don’t care if you hate me…

I hate you too...

But you can’t control

the way I deserve to feel.

 

You have some nerve!

Who do you think you are?

 

Stop!

 

Just stop this pain-filled insemination.

Quit poking at this fertile

Shit-laden ground. I won’t yield.

Won’t sprout your ghastly serpents

from seeds you stole

out of Mother’s hope chest.

 

Pay the ga-damned Rent!

 

Pay your own way

and maybe you can stay.

Then you can twist your own stinkin’ memories,

And play with your hungry little snakes...

But you can’t live Rent free!

Go away. This is my garden.

 

It’s mine...