I am not your friend who tried
to kill you last night
I am not you friend who mustanize
and try to get intimacy
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They came in valentine ‘code
red and white
looking as if they just got robbed
off their theme melody
...
The alliterations came in 95
dressed in pink yellow bandanas
their garments where off and
in olden archaic motions
...
The alliterations of the world
hath began
they come to claim burgers
and dogs
...
the deeper I am in
the happier I am in
love you, I cannot stop
loving you and if I do
...
a stain on my new shirt
rubbing it’s nose
like a crook woman
saying no when I say shit
...
His bill of right says flowers
to my childrens children
four Plays Completed and intrduced
I Don't like Chocolate!
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The Tears That I Cry Are Not Yours
I am not your friend who tried
to kill you last night
I am not you friend who mustanize
and try to get intimacy
I am not your friend who killed you
your father, then came back home with a gun on my face
I am not your friend
who is your friend
then your friend
what is a friend
when you have a friend
then a friend who is my friend
when I have a friend
The tears that I cry are not yours
I have never had a friend
like my mother
I have never had a friend
like my father
I have never had a friend
like my brother
my sister, she hates me
as much as I hate her
The tears that I cry are not yours
who is she to take off
her clothes in the middle of
the street and say the door will
be closed in the next fifteen minutes round
The tears that I cry are not yours
‘she my mother, my mother who cries
every time she thinks of
me’
you are my sister
but you were my sister
when my sister was born
The tears that I cry are not yours
every time I see her
I am happy
for she knows what it means to…
‘she used to come home to me
and say poy I have something for you to eat
don’t tell anyone
The tears that I cry are not yours’