I’m coming down the stairs
Make way for me
Look I made myself
A crown
Out of ripped up sheets
That I found
On your bed
Where you told me
To sit
I sat
Then I got up
I didn’t ask you first
I didn’t think
I didn’t think you needed
To be asked
When I could
Come down
Can I bum a cigarette
Off you?
And do you have a light?
I was going to walk home
But you said to sit
And you didn’t say ‘Get up’
And I got going
And you didn’t notice
And I came back in
And I went up to the room
And I ripped up the sheets
And you were down here
Making biscuits and eggs
And it’s not even breakfast
Unless you like
Breakfast for dinner
But nobody ever ate
Dinner for breakfast
Did you ever notice that?
Did you ever notice
That nobody ever
Makes themselves
A salmon cake
For breakfast?
Unless you do
And unless I’m being rude
And if so, oh
I apologize
Do you know that outside
It’s a hundred and five degrees
And the wax mosquitos
Are falling off the trees
And little kids
Are refusing to go in
And their mothers gave up
And stuck their heads
Inside some ovens?
They’re not dead
Nobody’s dead
Nobody’s going to die
After this
We have already crossed over
To past
To passed around
Like a cigarette
Amongst friends
Those biscuits smell good
I’d love a few
If you can spare ‘em
I had no plans
Of disobeying you
When you told me
To sit
And stay put
But I heard the sizzle
And I thought
There would be bacon
But stupid me
You can smell bacon
Not just hear it
So what was the sizzle?
Do you want to tell me?
Do you want to tell me
Why your hand
Looks burned?
You don’t have to hurt yourself
Just because you hurt me
No reason
For the both of us
To be hurt
That’s not a sacrifice
That’s just a fucking statement
Of fact
Isn’t it?
But if you want to let me have
One or two biscuits
And that cigarette
And a light
Before I leave again
And make sure you notice
This time, well--
I won’t say ‘No’
I think it’s safe to say
That right about now
That’s the only thing
That wouldn’t
Make me say--
‘No’
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