The boats speeding away
Is not just another hunter
Who doesn't know
Where nature gives its place
The half-red arrow
Coming from my chest
Is just another way
To pull the hook from my face
I'm like an open book
With no cover
And just
A rope for a spine
Up on a gla** shelf
Just high enough
To meet
Your eyes
You always give me the last word
But look who's talking now
If those two
Mess this up for me this time
I guess I'll just
Have to k** them
Because this
Is the last chance
To do something
Productive before bedtime
And if the hallways clear
And you won't tell your best friend
Then I
Can join the ranks
Of crystal-smoking rednecks
And pill-swallowing bullies
Into goth
And living with their parents