Fly B*tch, Fly -- 1997 Poem
Mama I have failed you, I am disgustingly bloated. Everything I ate, Came up and floated.
Because if I wait until I “get it right,” it’ll never happen.
Right? Because you want to be right. And I want to be right, too. Watch out for the tipping of the world, (much like my head) When no one wants to stand middle or left.
I don't care what you did and what you do,
who you are, or who you screw.
All people.
All One.